Neurosis || Grayson Dolan - Book Two

VII

Ethan's POV

"Fuck, Gray. Why would you do that?" I ask him, pushing his shoulder back a little. Sure he's pissed and insane, but he didn't need to take it that far.

The girl just wants to help.

That's all she wants for him.

"She had to leave" he tries to justify.

"Why?"

"Can't you just-" he almost lashes out, stopping himself before he says anything further he may regret, "drop it. Please."

"Ha" i laugh at him, well aware that he just doesn't want to admit that he was wrong in doing that to Y/n. He just has to realize the more he hurts her, the more hesitant she'll become to be around him. Then he'll lose her.

"Fuck" Gray whispers under his breath, unlocking his phone. He holds the device up to his ear, gripping his hair with his free hand.

It rang. And rang, and rang.

She didn't answer.

"Did you drive her here?" He asks, throwing on a sweatshirt. I just nod, knowing my brother was about to go after the girl he loves.

He was always persistent. Could never let anyone just... breathe.

It barely took any time before he headed out of his room and out of the house, looking for her.

Leaving me to face the broken wall, that i will make him fix later.

Your POV

So... maybe walking home wasn't the best idea seeing as it's dark as hell and you're in the creepy area of town.

But you had to get away from Grayson.

He seemed so angry and disgruntled. At you. He had only been like that once before and the rage wasn't geared toward you.

It was scary to be in the scope of Grayson's mental outbursts.

Nevertheless, you hoped he was okay. Mentally. Physically, because it looked like his knuckles were a bit bloody.

Through all of it, you knew he'd straighten up eventually. He had to, right? He has Bailey to think about.

If he doesn't act right, Child Protective Services could be involved and Grayson could very possibly lose her. Then he'd really fly off the rails, for good maybe.

As you walked further and further from the twins' house you began to know less and less of the streets you followed. It was starting to look extremely unfamiliar. It was no longer an adorable neighborhood with perfect families. It was townhouses and cars without wheels, duct-taped windows, etc.

Your phone starts to ring and you feel thankful thay you had that at least. In case something happened.

"Hello" you ask, answering without a thought.

"Where are you?" Grayson's voice booms through the speaker. He seemed annoyed and worried all at the same time. You could picture his brows furrowed in concentration as he scanned the streets looking for you. His hands, gripping the steering wheel when he goes through another development, no luck.

"Walking" you bluntly reply.

"Damn it, Y/n just tell me what street you're on" you could hear the despair in his words. Like he needed to find you. "Please," he whispers.

You tell him to wait as you near the end of the street, seeing a road sign that told you where you were. "The corner of East Fifth Street and South Reese Street."

Immediately after he heard you, you heard the roar of his Bronco. You loved that car, it was beautiful colors and sounded pretty great.

"Give me thirty seconds and i'll be right there, baby" he says while still not hanging up.

"Okay" you reply, sitting on the curb by the street sign, waiting for your psychotic Prince Charming to come pick you up.

He sounded truly worried about you over the phone, so it's possible that he had calmed down quickly after hearing your voice. He knew then that you were alright.

At least- okay enough to answer his call.

The dark atmosphere around you was daunting, and lonely.

Until the slightly familiar rumble of a car pulls on your ear. Two bright headlights find you and stop, allowing the driver to step out.

Grayson's shiny dinner shoes come into view, the headlights drowning out his face. "I'm sorry" was the first thing you heard come from his mouth. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, i know you just want to help me" he sighs as he plops down next to you.

The sidewalk was cold, hard, and uncomfortable.

"My uncle had no reason to do that, so i'm sorry."

"It's not your fault" he tells you. His large hand comes to your folded ones in your lap, clasping over them like they were small pebbles he wanted to protect from rain. "Look at me... please."

You oblige and glance up into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Even in the dark, his orbs caught a small glint of light from a nearby street lamp.

"I'm the one who should be sorry. And i am. I just didn't want you to see me like that again. I'm always afraid that you-" he takes a deep breath, "you might think of me differently. One day i may snap and i won't be able to control myself. I didn't need today to be that day."

Your eyes were too focused on him to even realize they were watering slightly.

He was afraid to lose you. And that's really a first for you.

"I love you" he says with sincerity, as well as hope, in his voice.

You smile gently, knowing he truly did love you.

"And i love you, Grayson."

A huge sigh of relief leaves his mouth and he hugs your smaller body to his chest, "let's get you home."

You groan and shake your head, "can't i spend the night with you? I can't stand my family any longer."

He was about to protest when you stuck out your bottom lip, pouting at your boyfriend. "Don't do that, it won't work."

You looked at the ground and sniffled like you were crying, wanting so desperately to stay the night with Grayson rather than your family, "fine" he gives in, standing to his feet while he sends out a hand to you.

"Let's go, baby."

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