Grey

26.

Daniel's POV

Greyson was in jail. I was still processing the information after Amanda had finished explaining everything to me and left the room to go get my parents and alert the doctors that I was out of my apparent coma.

Greyson told the police the truth about his attempted suicide except for the part where his mother shot me. He told them that I ran in at the moment where he pulled the trigger but he missed and the bullet hit me instead . He made everything seem as if it was his fault. I didn't understand why Greyson decided to omit the part where his mother actually caused him to shoot me. Apart of me felt that despite every vile thing Greyson's mother had done he still loved her.  Greyson wasn't an evil person and sure he was angry at his mother but he was the type of person who sacrificed himself for the people he loved. It was his blessing and his curse.

So here I was sitting in my room a few weeks later finally out of the hospital trying to figure out how to get Greyson out of jail. I hadn't been allowed to see him. My parents were angry with Greyson. They felt that he needed help and him being a danger to himself put me in harms way.

I couldn't blame my parents. Part of that was true. And they also didn't know about everything that Greyson had been through or had told me. They didn't know therefore they didn't understand. He had been psychologically tortured by his mother for years. It didn't excuse the fact that he attempted to kill himself. The only thing they knew was that I'd been shot and had been in the hospital for a full month being fed through a tube. And I still had several stitches in my stomach where the doctors removed the bullet.

My parents wouldn't allow me to visit Greyson who was going through who knows what in juvenile detention. He hadn't been sent to an adult prison yet because he hadn't been sentenced.

These past few days had been torture because all I could think about was Greyson. His dark eyes, smooth voice, and warm hands. The way he rubbed circles on my hips whenever we made out. The way his lips devoured mine and the way he held me as if he never wanted to let me go. How he usually doesn't smile except when he's with me, as if he saves his happiness for when we're together. How smart he is and how it feels as if our bodies were made for each other. How mine easily fits into his and how easily our hands intertwine.

Amanda is the only one who understands that despite it all, I still loved him. And it wasn't his fault. Greyson didn't shoot me. I understood that he didn't see another way out of it. I hadn't finished showing him all of the reasons for him to live. Our last few weeks of being together before the incident were completely chaotic and filled with me pushing him away.

But I was going to fix that. Amanda and I had realized that to get Greyson out of jail his mother needed to confess that she was the one who shot me. But in order to do that we would have to blackmail her. But I didn't have any information to hold over her. Yet. Which was why I needed to speak to Greyson. Not only did I want to see him but I needed to see him to fix all of this. And this had to be done before his sentencing.

The hardest part of all of this was seeing Greyson without my parents knowing. They had me under lockdown and 24 hour surveillance ever since I was released from the hospital. I understood they were just concerned about my wellbeing but they were beginning to drive me crazy acting as if I would drop dead at any moment.

I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling. Thinking hard about what to do next and then finally I got an idea. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number of a person I hadn't seen in weeks.

"Daniel?" Chris' confused voice sounded over the receiver.