This Is For Them (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Four

^^Pic of Gabriel (I'm dying the front tips blond instead of the two strips. To each their own though)

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A/N

It's safe to say I'm kinda terrified of messing up the Blackbourne team. Some of them are hard to nail down lol..so some of the dialog might seem awkward or out of character for some....hopefully it'll get better. I can't promise perfection I can only promise to try.

(-still stands lol 8/26/18.  This chapter is a bit of a patch work of old and new material. (Maybe I've just rewritten it using different words which would be disappointing because I can see a future of Grayson being academy material now.) )

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Chapter Four

I guess in hindsight leaving school to come home wasn't the best idea but at the time I just needed to get away from the prying, cold silver eyes of Mr. Blackbourne. He saw me today, that isn't even the part that catches me up really, what gets me, is that he went looking. He saw me leaning over Greg who was on the ground bleeding and he still looked deeper, busted through every wall, seeped through every crack to find Me. I didnt know how to process that so I ran.

Right into my father.

So here I am, laying crumpled up on the landing at the top of the stairs with my father leaning over my now battered body. He looks warn out. I think to myself coming out of the vault and back into the here and now. The pain is excruciating, but I don't call out, there's no point in wasting the energy. Tears are slipping down my face but my chest hurts too much to do anything about it.

"You're a worthless piece of shit, Grey, and I was baffled every day that your mother loved you." His hot breath whispers over my ear before walking away.

I laid there for a while, thinking about how stupid I was for leaving school. When I thought about my normal this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but I should have known. For me this is as normal as it gets.

Id even go as far to say that this time, it's worse than normal. I'm pretty sure my left shoulder is dislocated or broken. The searing, hard to catch your breath, pain in my torso tells me my bruised ribs are now cracked ribs. I'm also pretty sure I have a concussion, what with the spinning of the room and headace. I'm a mess who can barley move but I count myself blessed that my legs still work and push myself till I'm leaning against the wall.

Batteling nausea from the pain in my shoulder and the dizziness that accompanied the concussed I make miracles happen and reach the bathroom.

I step into the shower with my clothes still on and turn the dial all the way to hot. I let the water rinse off blood and whatnot before getting out.  I wiggle out of my pants their water weight helping, before I grab a pair of scissors out of the drawer and cut my shirt off. I snatch the towel from the bar with my good arm and pat what I can dry before making the track to my room. I throw on some black basketball shorts and slide my good arm through a maroon hoodie. Im positive I still look a mess but I've got to look at least marginally better than I did half an hour ago.