Beyond a Brotherly Bond | Grethan

Chapter 16

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter depicts scenes of cutting; not necessarily self-harm, but definitely cutting. I'm so sorry, from the bottom of my heart, if anyone reading this has self-harmed. Remember that I am always available for anyone who feels they need help.

If this topic is particularly upsetting to you, you can definitely skip it. I will indicate when the specific scene begins with asterisks (***).

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*Meredith's POV*

The obscure sound of police sirens wailing faintly permeates my room as I forage through my drawers. I pull out my skin-tight, black leggings and an equally-fitting top to match.

I didn't expect Grayson to be this persistent of a nuisance. Fortunately after tonight, my journey to becoming the most famous model in Hollywood will resume uninterrupted.

I slip into my grim attire, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I'm such a bombshell; Ethan is beyond lucky to be with me.

Reaching under my bed, I pull out a leather briefcase sealed with an 8-digit code. Neatly organized within is my collection of my most fatal drugs. I probably deserve to be imprisoned for the things I've done with these — not to mention the things I'm about to do; but dead people can't expose your secrets.

My fingers skim across the vials, pulling out the one labeled: Ketamine. Typically targeted on wildlife, Ketamine immediately paralyzes its victims, rendering them instantaneously helpless.

I pack a sterile syringe and blade, rubber gloves, and the Ketamine, into my backpack. I unlock Chase's phone and open her conversation with Grayson. He had to have sent her his address. Bingo!

I input Grayson's address into my GPS, waiting for the directions to load.

To ensure Ethan wouldn't be able to get back into his apartment, I stole his key and hid it in the blue jewelry box on my vanity a few weeks ago. Since I've been in control of the places he goes to, he never noticed.

I quietly exit the house. Adrenaline floods my system like it's on an intravenous drip — right into my blood at full pelt. Ending a life is a new ordeal for me, but there's a first time for everything.

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In the parking lot of Grayson's complex, I inspect the entrance for possible security guards. When the coast is clear, I dash for the door.

The lobby is dark and quiet, with the exception of a few televisions replaying the 11 PM news. I prowl toward the elevators, stopping in my tracks at the sight of a front desk employee.

"Excuse me miss, are you a resident here? Please present your ID card," he stands from his seat, watching me expectantly.

My heart begins thumping in my chest. "Oh, uh, no. I'm actually visiting... a friend."

"Oh, alright. Whom?" He takes a seat, flipping through pages of what I'm assuming are the residents of the complex. He better not call Grayson.

"G-Grayson. Grayson Dolan," I gulp.

He pinpoints Grayson's name in the binder. He dials a short number and my heart drops. I try concealing my panic, hiding my trembling hands behind my back.

I immediately notice a camera positioned on the ceiling, above the front desk. I nonchalantly turn away from it, not wanting to leave evidence of my visit.

"Hmmm, he doesn't seem to be answering. Does he know you're visiting?"

"H-He probably won't answer. He just had, uh, surgery... and can't get out of bed," I lie through my teeth. He glances at me inquisitively, hanging up the phone.