precious ↠ e.d

nine - grayson & josie

"you're free to go, miss. camillo." the police offer opens the door for me as i exit the investigation room. the interview was forty minutes long, and they told me that i was fine, i wasn't getting charged because i showed them my injuries and explained to them that it was all out of self defence, kyle was also fine and awake now.

i took the week off work in order to recover. i wasn't feeling well after everything that happened. i just wanted to cry, i got into my car and drove to my house. there was no more caution tape anywhere, just some on the front door.

i walk inside and see everything the way it was the night i stabbed him. the broken glass, the bloody knife, everything was the same. i avoid everything with a nauseating feeling and rush into my bedroom. i begin searching through kyle's coats, wanting to find the number he said a friend of mine gave him at the baby shower.

i reach into the coat he wore that night and there was a crinkled paper with numbers written on it. i decide to call it, waiting for an answer.

"hello?"

"hello, who's this?" i ask.

"josie and who's thi—"

a sigh of relief washes over me. "it's me allie, josie can i please come over? i need someone to talk to."

"of course! are you alright? let me text you my address. i'll see you soon."

typing her address into my gps, i began driving. parking in her driveway, i knock on her front door and grayson opens the door.

a smile spreads across his face until he notices my tears. "hey allie— why are you crying?"

i don't answer his question. i just walk into him and begin sobbing uncontrollably. he smelt like ethan, and it was beyond comforting.

grayson pets my hair, "come on, allie. josie made you a tea."

i walk into their beautiful living room and see their little girl playing with barbies on the floor. grayson kneels down to continue playing with her while josie brings over two warm cups of tea.

"what's going on?" she asks, "you look rough."

i sigh, "i stabbed kyle, my fiancé."

after explaining why i stabbed him and what kind of unhealthy relationship i had with him, josie began to comfort me. i also told her about what happened last night with ethan, and she sighs.

"allie, it's obvious you two love each other." she admits, "but that wasn't very nice of you. we know ethan loves you, he hasn't stopped talking about you for years."

"i know, but it was all too overwhelming. i need to sort everything out, i just don't want ethan to hate me because i want to take things slow." i mumble.

"you guys already had sex, how is that taking things slow?" grayson chuckles.

"what's that?" his daughter looks up.

"nothing, don't listen to daddy." he says, shoving barbies in her direction.

josie glares at grayson and then turns back to me. "listen, if you don't want to be with ethan. that's fine, but just tell him how you're feeling, don't just leave him confused."

"it's not that i don't want to be with ethan. i just got scared because it happened so fast while everything was going downhill for me." i sigh.

"then go tell him that. he'll understand, allie." grayson encourages me.

"what if he's angry with me?" i ask, worriedly.

"well, can you blame him?" josie asks.

i sigh, "you're right. i'm going to his apartment right now to apologize."