chapter five ; anger

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they say things will eventually get better, but what happens when things are getting worse?

i arose from my bed, i looked at my clock seeing it was 3 in the afternoon

"great" i mumbled. third time this week sleeping in so late. i stay awake all night and sleep all day. it's like i can't fall asleep at night anymore, my thoughts are consuming me and i don't know how to stop it.

"good afternoon" grayson said with a smile

"hi" i said grumpily

"did you sleep well?"

"yeah" i said, "fine"

i grabbed some pizza from the fridge as a loud bang approached the door

"grayson dolan?" a demanding voice said, "grayson dolan open up"

"gray what's going on?" my heart began to beat faster

his eyes turned guilty

"grayson dolan open up now!"

"grayson" i whimpered, "what did you do?"

i walked over to the front door, opening it with shaky hands, "where is grayson dolan?" he said

"w-what's going on?"

the police officers eagerly pushed pass me, running directly towards grayson

"grayson dolan" they yelled, "you are under arrest for the murder of hazel brown"

it felt as if a knife had just been stabbed into my heart, "no" i yelled, "you're lying. grayson tell me they're lying!"

tears fell for my eyes as he just starred at me, emotionless

"how fucking could you!" i yelled, "how could you have done that to me!"

"i had no choice" he gritted his teeth

"no choice?" i questioned, "no fucking choice?"

"she wasn't good for you. you deserved better" he looked at me, "she was just a useless little slut"

"shut the fuck up grayson" i screamed pounding his chest, "i fucking hate you!!!"

"you should thank me" he said as the police escorted him away

i stood in the middle of my living room, breathing rapidly and unsure of what to do next.

"fuck" i screamed as i pulled my hair angrily

i clenched my fists together tightly and punched the wall repeatedly, "how could he" i tensed up, "he knew how much she meant to me"

i fell to the floor, tears falling from my eyes, "he knew she was my one and only"

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