Falling for Gray

Chapter 10: A Promise is a Promise

Luke on the right and Razor aka Tom Manford (his real name) on the left :)

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Today was now Friday. I was surprised and also proud of myself for making it through my first week. Not only had a made friends but I was actually enjoying my time spent here, well minus the fighting and Arianna's vile words. But nothing I can't handle... I hope.

Today was also the day before Saturday when I go to the theme park with Grayson, Luke, Caleb, Bree, Skylar and a guy called Damon that is Grayson and Caleb's friend who I have yet to meet.

But I could happily say, I've survived a week in Brighton. I'm just hoping and wishing that I can stay here. But I know that at some point things will just fuck up and come to end, literally and metaphorically.

It was now 7:54am, I had spent the entire hour and twenty-four minutes laying in bed with my arm across my forehead, staring at the ceiling: thinking. Well thinking and overthinking everything that could potentially occur tomorrow at the theme and water parks.

A knock at my door instigates me to turn my head to the side and watch the door open nervously. I was slightly hoping it wasn't my aunt or uncle or they'd kick off that I was still in bed because I had college. Thankfully Luke walked in.

"Morning, you not getting up? We're setting off in fifteen" he asks, shutting my bedroom door behind him. He walks over to my bed and plops down beside me. I shuffle into sitting up and rub my eyes tiredly.

"I'll get up now, I'm just thinking is all" I wipe my watery eyes, which I usually get in the morning. Normally when I had a nightmare in the middle of the night.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

I shake my head, "don't worry about it. Just doing what every girl does - overthink stuff" Luke sighs and pulls me into a hug.

"Don't let everything get to you. I know you carry a lot of weight on your shoulders and mind, you know with everything that has happened, but you're not to blame, you're parents are the ones that started this war" I glance at the wardrobe where I'd hidden all the news reports, police files, maps and plans. Some to do with when I was in the mafia. Some to do with when my parents also caught me a few times and I'd managed to escape because the Coppers got me out.

I wanted to believe that none of these things happened because of me. But deep down I knew that if I wasn't in that clothing store, that really nice store clerk wouldn't of been shot to pieces by a shotgun for talking to me. I also knew that if I hadn't volunteered at that charity event, a majority of the people there would still be alive.

I know that wherever I walk, wherever I go to, whoever I speak too - a trail of death and sadness is left behind me.

I ignore Luke and get up, shaking my thoughts off. After everything with my parents, I'd gathered that I had a few mental illnesses: trauma, depression, insomnia, anxiety disorder and bipolar disorder. I try not to let my past and my mental health define me, but the last few colleges I went too I got badly hurt. Which is now why I struggle to trust. Grayson, Bree and Skylar are all getting to the point where I feel as though I can trust them. It'll just take me a while to fully. But that's understandable.