meant to be // grayson dolan

five

Grayson and I went to the arcade and played for half of hour until I was exhausted. I missed spending time with him like this. Just the two of us, having fun.

I just got home and it's almost four pm. I have homework to do and I am not in the mood.

"Hey, mom!" I said when I got in the house.

"Where were you?"

"With Grayson. We were at the Cafe, then at the Arcade."

"You know, you could've told me."

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Oh, by the way, Jason is upstairs."

Fuck. He didn't believe me.

"Oh, okay."

I head to my room and pray to God he wouldn't ask me where I was. But I think he found out already.

I get to my room and see him sitting on my bed, scrolling through Instagram. When I close the door behind me, his eyes lift from the phone. He locks it and stands up.

He is angry. His jaw is clenched, and his arms are crossed around his chest. His eyes were staring at me from up. He is a lot taller than me. He raised his eyebrows, not moving at all.

"Where were you all this time?" he asked me and his head slowly lowered.

"At school." I gulped as I was looking up at him.

"Oh, really?" he must've heard me and my mom talking.

Suddenly, he grabs my wrist and holds me extremely tight. I whine in pain and close my eyes.

"Jay, stop. You're hurting me," I muttered.

"Oh, sorry. Is this better?" he tightens the grip and I groan louder. He covers my mouth and my eyes go wide. "Shut up!" he ordered and I gulped. "I'll ask you again, where were you?" he removes his hand from my mouth and I sigh.

"I was out with Grayson," I muttered and looked at the floor. He holds me tighter and I whine again in pain. I touch his hand with my free one, trying to free myself, but he grabs it and he twists both of my wrists. "Ouch, stop it. It hurts," I cried and a tear fell down my face.

"Why'd you lie to me?" he asked, ignoring me. "Why'd you go with him?"

"Because he is my best friend and I can hang out with him if I want."

"Stop being a smartass." he twists my wrists harder and I bite my lips.

"Jay, you're not like this. You're not violent. Please, stop. You're hurting me," I cried and looked into his eyes. They were emotionless.

"That's for lying to me," he tightens the grip. "and this is for giving me an attitude." he twists my wrists. Other three tears fall down my eyes.

Suddenly, he frees me and exits my room. I crash on the bed and look at my hands. I had dark red marks on both of my wrists and I could barely move them. How am I going to write anything? More important: how am I going to mask the marks?

This is the first time Jason acts like this. It wasn't him. This guy, who hurt me, wasn't him. Jason is kind and polite, and careful. He is not violent. Something changed him.

°°°

I make the last touches to my outfit and makeup. I actually tried to make myself pretty. I don't usually wear makeup. It's not for me. I'd rather be all natural or just a little makeup. Usually, I use concealer to cover up my dark circles.

I had to cover the marks on my wrists too. He held me extremely tight. And I still can't believe he did this. And why would he do this? I honestly don't know. I mean, I know I lied to him, but it's not the first time we fight. He's never, ever hit me before.