"Well?"
"Well, get that away from me, you're getting smoke in my eyes. You know that's bad for your lungs?"
"It's weed, Courtney."
"Your throat then."
"Alright, get him up."
"Me?"
"You. You wanted a turn with him."
"Fine, hand me something."
"Alright, okay."
"Brooklyn."
"Yeah? What."
"Not a fucking hammer."
"Why not? It's sexy. Go at it."
"I'm not trying to kill—"
"Do not raise your voice with me."
"Shut the fuck—Forget it. Forget it. I'm bored with this, alright?"
"You're bored?"
"Yeah I'm fucking bored, look, grab his arms."
"His arms?"
"The wrists are probably more realistic, and I'll get his legs—Yeah, yeah like that."
Before
One Month Prior
Subject: Riley
From: brooklynrichards@gmail.com
Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 1sᴛ
2:01 ᴘᴍGrayson,
Thank you for contacting me. It was the mature thing to do, as for what I think you should do in your situation, I firmly believe you should leave Riley immediately.I'm going to be frank with you. Riley isn't perfect, or happy, she spent two years in an abusive relationship with David, and she's not going to leave you because she thinks you're the one that got her out of it. She can't see everything you're doing to her.
You're abusing her Grayson, way worse than how David was.
She tries to keep your relationship so that me and Courtney don't see the bad of it, but we read over her phone often enough, and she tells us a lot that she thinks is justified on your behalf because she thinks it's her fault.
Grayson. It's not fair you get to tell her it's her fault when she hurts herself because of you, instead of trying to prevent it.
It's not fair when she tells me the office had to get her from class because she starts crying over arguments she has with you she never tells me what about.
It's not fair she has nightmares of you dying, and wakes up to a worse alternative.
It's not fair when I have to run across the house back to my room from the kitchen when I think I hear a pill bottle opening because I think she's going to OD again after you broke her heart the day before.
And when you get back together with her that same day because you're lonely in college with nothing better to do, and when I hold her before she goes and I'm about to cry and I tell her, "I'm scared I'll never see you again,"
YOU ARE READING
donnybrook
HorrorGrayson lies on the rack in a pool of his own blood, his limbs tired from being relentlessly stretched and pulled apart. His fingernails have been peeled off, and the girls have shoved gravel down his throat to stop him from screaming. Grayson was a...