Neurosis || Grayson Dolan - Book Two

VI

Your POV

Ethan had agreed to swing by and pick you up later, after everyone had left your house. Seeing as you were already with one boy, being with another would throw your family into shock.

Even though they're twins and kind of look alike, they are completely different people.

You'd been waiting for a half hour for Ethan's BMW to come barreling up the hill to your house, but it didn't come. So you texted him, again.

'Where are you?'

As if on cue, the roar of the 6-cylinder engine emitted throughout the whole house. You had hoped your mom didn't notice, but she was occupied with your family at the back of the house.

'Just got here' he texts back.

You sigh and leave the house, slowly jogging to Ethan's car.

He was half parked on the road, half parked in the driveway. What a weirdo.

You laugh to yourself at his park job and open the door, hearing the flow of trap music play loudly until he turned it down. "Hey" you greet him as you sit in the passenger seat and close the door. Your hand reaches for the seatbelt and you pull it across your body to click it in the holder.

"Hey" he smiles before whipping the car out of your driveway quickly, speeding down the street. "So, what's so important that we had to talk at almost midnight" he asks with a smirk on his pink lips.

You sigh, watching the streetlights pass, "Grayson was just over and my whole family is there for dinner-"

"Hence all the cars?" He asks, glancing at you quickly.

You nod, "yeah, and my uncle Harrison is a cop, and completely over-protective." Ethan just nods, turning the corner onto another street. "And i think he said something to Grayson. Like-something bad."

Ethan's eyes return to your own for a split second before turning back to the road, "what do you mean 'bad'?"

You take a deep breath, "he said something about the institution and that if Grayson hurt me that he would be put back in."

You visibly saw Ethan's knuckles turn white, like Grayson's had on the cart handle at the store. "Fuck" he mumbles, whipping the car onto another street, one headed toward the twins' house.

"Do you know if he said anything else?"

You shake your head, "no, that was all my uncle told me."

"Alright."

Minutes later, you arrived at the twins' house where Grayson's bronco sat looking pretty.

Ethan got out of the car quickly and darted into the house, running through it like a mad man. You followed, a bit more cautiously, scared of what may be happening inside that house.

Grayson being the way he is, he could be doing just about anything.

"Grayson, calm down!" You hear Ethan yell at his younger sibling. You hastily shut the door behind you and darted up the stairs, searching for Ethan and Grayson. The banging of something heavy on a wall drew you to the second room on the left, a spare bedroom.

Grayson was pounding his fist against the wall, punching it over and over. "Gray" you shout, running to him.

Ethan put his hand out- stopping you from getting too close, "stay back," he warns. His eyes were wild, wide open and alert. He was completely cautious of his own surroundings- you being one of them.

"Grayson" you whisper this time, a barrel of tears just waiting to spill behind your eyes. Seeing him like this was horrifying. Quite like the day he tried to attack Bettleman and was tranquilized on the floor of his cell.

Ethan cautiously moved toward his brother hoping the sight of familiar faces would subdue his apparent anger. "Grayson-" his voice came out shaky and uncertain. Ethan knew his brother would fly off the handle eventually. Sure this isn't as bad as you all knew it could be, but it's close. "Please stop" Ethan says as he watches his brother destroy the nicely painted wall in front of him.

Grayson's hands kept flying into the broken wall, battered and a little bloody. "Fucking prick" he shouts- then stops his relentless punches.

Ethan stood idle between you and Grayson just in case anything else were to happen.

Your breathing was as fast as Grayson's, only less angered and more worried. "Grays-"

"Shut- the fuck- up." he seethes, staring at the floor with his teeth shut tightly. His words came out mean, slow and hurtful. You understood he was in an angry state, but never angry enough to dismiss you like that.

You kept quiet while Ethan tried to speak to his psychotic brother. Maybe try to get him to open up about why he was terrorizing the wall in his bedroom. "You okay, man?" He asks, hesitantly placing his hand on his brother's shoulder.

Grayson was still in the same clothes he was in for dinner. His shoes, covered in drywall dust. His pants, the same. His shirt was a bit disheveled, but nothing too serious. His hair was a complete wreck however.

He takes a look at Ethan, then you. "I'm fine" he says with a bothered tone. There was something wrong, you all knew it. "Get her out of here" he tells Ethan.

"Wha- why?" You ask, not understanding why he was being so distant. So vague. So... hateful towards you.

"Just leave" Grayson's eyes were widened while his mouth was sealed tight after the words he had just spoken.

Remember that barrel of tears?

The wood has busted, and all reigns have let loose. Watery blurs dessimated your vision as you turned around and walked out of their house. There was nothing for you to do here. Grayson wanted you gone... so why would you stay?

Grayson's POV

I don't want her here. I don't want her to see this. To see me. The real me.

Because the real me is a psychotic dick who lashes out and kills people. People i care deeply about. People i would've never thought to hurt in a million years.

But she had to leave.

He was telling me to hurt her and i can't do that. I can, but it would break me...

"Suck it up, bitch. You should've listened to me and killed her. Then all your problems would've gone away."

He was wrong. Because she isn't a problem to me. She's the cure to all my problems. The one i know will be there to save me from myself.

Ridding myself of her would only cause my issues to become worse.

And that would be nothing but a disaster.

Word count - 1108