The Greyson Project

Chapter Six

The Greyson Project.

As soon as I walked to the house I heard the old woman voice, from the living room "Come here, right now" she ordered.

"What?" I said walking to the damn living room.

"Where were you, I have been so worried about you, I almost called the police" she snap the lecture, like I care! hell no.

"I'm here, and everything is just fine" I said calmly, "And stop, you can't tell me what to do or not to do" I snapped back at her.

"Yes, I can do that, I'm your grandma" She shouted.

"Oh wow, now you're my grandma, now you remember that I was your son daughter" I clapped my hands together, and a painful smark on my face.

"Darling I..."

"Stop I don't wanna hear it" I snapped, and walked away immediately to the room.

How could she or my mum, act like I'm that all what they consider about, but fuck no, I know them, the didn't even let my see my father at his funeral, god damn it.

I have a date at seven I need to get ready.

I said inside my head trying to remove the memory of my dad.

I get on my feet, with tow towels, one for my hair and the other for my body, I took the shower, washed my hair with a real shampoo, that I bought today, instead of the old woman died shampoo, after I'm done I put the towel around my body,  and stand in front of the mirror, make up, no makeup?

I know the answer should be no, but I can't help it, it's clup for the love of the Lord.

I put on a little make up, so light that you can't even tell, I skipped the eyeliner, even though it's my favorite it does give my eyes the best look ever.

I had on the dress and the shoes, I bought earlier, and tight, since it's December, and snowy.

6:57 PM

I heard a knock on the doors I run to open the door, last thing I want is the old woman to do that, speaking of her, I haven't seen her?

I opened the door revealing Greyson behind the door, his hair was messily pushed back, wearing leather jacket and a v-neck white t-shirt underneath, black jeans and black sneakers.

"Hey" he said, more like whispering.

"Hi" I replied.

"Molly" I heard the old woman said, I hope he didn't heard it.

"I'm going out, buy" I shouted over my shoulder.

"Where are you going?" She shouted back.

"Let's go" I held Greyson arm, to push him, but I failed.

The old woman showed up next to me "Hey darling" She tell Greyson.

"Hey Mrs. Evans" he replied politely.

"How was..."

"Let's go" I said cutting her and pushing Greyson away, and slam the door.

"Hey I didn't say goodbye" he protest.

"She'll get over it" I said coldly.

"That's not cool, don't do it again" he whined, boy get over it.

"Hey how far the club is it?" I asked changing the subject.

"I'm not taking you to a club" he smirked, and opened the car door, I did the same.