no control | dolan twins

forty two

Grayson's POV:

I quickly burst through the door of the dorm room, tears streaming down my face. I haven't cried this hard in a very long time. My eyes look around the room, the safe space that Taylor and I shared together. I quickly grab my duffle bag and begin to pack all of my clothes up. I toss t-shirts, hoodies, jeans, sweatpants, every item of clothing I can find into it. My eyes look at the little stuffed teddy bear she bought me for Valentine's Day.

I hesitate for a moment before grabbing it and tossing it into the bag. I know I shouldn't be reminded of her, but down the road that stuffed animal will keep me sane. Taking in deep breaths, I look around the room one more time. Feelings of happiness and laughter come flooding back, along with feelings of guilt and regret.

I should have never agreed to live on campus with her. My goal was to make sure she would be safe and that she wouldn't get in trouble. I failed miserably at that task. I force my feet to move out of the room, shutting the door behind me. I rush over to the elevator and head downstairs.

My body is still trembling as tears consume my eyes. I didn't want to break her heart. I love her, I would never want to hurt her. But it needed to be done. I should have known better than to fall in love again. It always ends in heartache and misery. She's been acting like a different person lately. Trying to get into fights, lying to the Head Chancellor, and it's all because of me.

She is no longer my sweet and innocent princess. I'm so fucking toxic for her and she deserves better than me. I walk back out into the rain, trying to make it over to my car as quickly as possible.

"Grayson." A deep voice calls out to me. A voice I know all too well.

I turn around and see my father walking over to me. His face is painted with rage as he angrily marches over. My mother is trailing behind him.

"What?" I snap. My mood begins to change from sadness to pure anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" My father shouts as he stands in front of me. "I knew you were back on that bullshit, and now you're expelled?!"

"I'm not expelled, I resigned from being a student here." My jaw tightens as my mother gasps.

"What do you mean?" She places her hand over her chest.

"I'm not a student here anymore." I growl back at them. "This is my last time ever stepping foot on this fucked up campus."

"How could you mess up your future like this?" My mother shakes her head back and forth.

"Please, like you actually care about my future." I mumble.

"You're going to rehab and that's final." My father's cold voice tells me.

"I'm not on drugs!" I scream at him. "You can't send me to rehab if I'm clean, asshole."

"Grayson!" My mother yells. "How dare you speak to your father like that."

"Well, we're sending you away somewhere. Your behavior is completely out of line and I will not take it anymore." He glares at me.

I shake my head back and forth while crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not going anywhere. The drugs weren't mine but of course you would never believe me."

"You were trying to kill yourself again, weren't you?" My mother asks me with a serious tone.

"No, I wasn't." I scoff at her accusation. "Like I said, you won't believe me."

"Why would we believe you? This exact scenario has happened before." My father shakes his head in disappointment.

"It's Ethan." I stand up straight as I look into my father's eyes. "He put the cocaine in my bag."