Neurosis || Grayson Dolan - Book Two

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Your POV

After scarfing down your dinner like you've been starved for a year, you quietly tip-toed Grayson up to your room.

Not because you were hoping to get lucky, but because the stares from your uncles were making him nervous. He kept rubbing his hands together, and bouncing his knee up and down.

"God, that was an intense dinner" he says nervously, plopping himself on your bed.

You smile awkwardly, "Uh, yeah... Sorry about that, they're very protective over me."

Grayson just smiles back at you, admiring the attire you were in. He lifts his hand up, gesturing for you to come forward with his finger.

You oblige and walk to him slowly, placing your legs on either side of his lap and sitting down on his thighs. "I made you come to me with one finger," he smiles, "imagine what i could do with two." You throw your head back in a laugh and latch your hands around the back of his neck.

Silence filled the room in a few seconds after that, causing the tension to build more and more by the second. His large hands cradled your back, so you wouldn't fall.

"You're too good for me" he says in a low voice. His eyes were wandering your face, taking in every aspect. He was admiring your beauty, loving the idea of you actually being his- even though it has not been made official yet.

"No, i'm not" you dismiss, holding his jaw in your hands. Your thumbs lightly caressed his adorable cheeks, "i'm just barely good enough for you."

His breathing stops for a whole two seconds, and you can tell that the voice had told him something. It seemed to stop since he was released, but it strikes again. "What did it say?" You ask, referring to the monstrous conscience he undoubtedly had, stored in his mind.

"He said i wasn't good enough for you. Told me you deserve better." It was heartbreaking to hear. That was what he had heard on a daily basis. The poor guy could never escape his agony. "He's right" Grayson says abruptly, picking you up slightly to pull you off his legs.

"Wha- Gray" you say, watching him stand up to head for your bedroom door.

He doesn't even hesitate before opening it, leaving you dumbfounded, lonely, and confused.

Grayson's POV

"She deserves better than you" he tells me once again. My shoes hit the floor of the hallway as i leave her in her room.

The conversations downstairs were swirling around the air around me. "He was so kind" someone says. "But, a good-looking man like that shouldn't waste his time on Y/n..."

"Ooh, they're talking about you Grayson." He's gotta go. Someway, somehow.

It was two girls and they were closest to the stairs, talking amongst themselves quietly where no one else would hear. I recognized the voices as two of Y/n's cousins. What bitches they are.

I headed down the stairs, my shoes clammering more than expected. Their conversation ceased as i walked passed. I hope they were afraid that i had heard them.

Without a word to anyone, i walked right out the front door. My car was parked a little ways down the street, because there were six other cars taking up the driveway and part of the road. What a night this had turned out to be. Horrible.

As i walked to my car, i felt like i was being watched. Like someone was just waiting for me to come out of that house. It wasn't until i got to my car that i actually saw someone. Y/n's tattooed uncle. The cop.

He was leaned up against my passenger side door, his phone in his hand. It illuminated most of his smug, terrorizing face.

"Grayson Bailey Dolan, arrested for killing his fiancé and her lover" he reads off of his phone.

I felt my throat go dry. The keys in my right hand were being squeezed so hard, i thought they'd cut the skin. "What do you want" i ask him.

He pushes himself off of my car and locks his phone, placing it in his pocket. "I want you to leave my niece alone" he barks at me, glaring right into my eyes. We're the same height, so there was no issue there. He didn't intimidate me in height. But he was sure as hell a guy who worked out a lot.

"All these uncles, mad as hell that you're fucking their niece" he laughs inside my mind.

"No disrespect, Sir, but i love her. I'm not about to break her heart because her ass of an uncle decided he wanted to protect her" i spit, eyeing his body language.

He was only a foot from me, squinting his eyes. "Ass of an uncle, huh?"

I just nod.

"Shouldn't you be in jail? Or that uh, oh what was it called? Mental hospital?"

"How do you know all of this?" I seethe, demanding to know.

"Ran your plates. Got my buddy to get the scoop on ya" he answers. His voice was steady. He wasn't afraid either. "Leave her alone, or i will personally escort your ass into a maximum security prison, you understand me?"

"Whatever" i say, rolling my eyes with a sickly smile on my face. I get to my driver's side and stick the key in, unlocking it. "Have a nice night, Officer" i mock him, sliding into my car.

My tires screech as i pull away from the curb, leaving him in the hue of my tail lights.

Your POV

You watched from your window as your Uncle had a talk with Grayson.

It didn't look like it was going very well, honestly. Grayson looked pissed. Then he got into his car and left, his tires screeched loudly.

It wasn't until your Uncle started walking back to the house, that you stepped away from the window. You figured that was something you shouldn't have seen. But it was now something you cannot unsee.

You groan and step out of your room, heading down to everyone else. All eyes were on you as you rejoined the group. "Hey girl, where were you" your two cousins at the bottom question you. Their names were Gia and Grace, twins.

"In my room" you say as question, like it was completely obvious and they should've put that together.

Your Uncle then came through the door, his face looking more pissed than you've ever seen. "Hey girls" he says with a fake smile, only looking at you.

Gia and Grace greet him, but you don't. He continued walking through the hall to get to the kitchen, you followed. "Uncle Harrison?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned around, his face now cold as stone. "Yes?"

"What did you say to him?"

"Nothing. Just thought i'd let him know that if he ever hurt you," he pauses, glancing around to make sure no one else heard the next few words, "i'd have him put back in the hospital."

Shock was surely written all over your face, and he just walked away. There was no hiding anything from that man. He always knew things.

Of course, it's his job to protect and serve, but it didn't have to include your love life. And Grayson can't be arrested, or admitted. Not when Bailey exists. She cannot grow up without both parents.

You huff and leave the kitchen, running back up to your room.

You weren't going to let anything bad happen. Especially not at the hands of your own Uncle. So, you texted the one person you felt you could trust with all of this. The one who already know most of the situation.

'Hey, Ethan. It's Y/n. Mind picking me up at my house? I need to talk to you.'