Fear

Chapter Fourteen

Recap:

"Payson don't shut everyone out because of me." He said walking towards me. I wanted to accept his apology and hug him. But I couldn't.

"Everyone chooses you over me. It's because you're so innocent. You're the poor little cancer patient that everyone loves. And I'm the psycho bitch who spent a year chasing a ghost!" I turned on my heel and ran as fast as I could away from the house and that neighbor hood.

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I knocked on his door and shock was evident on his face.

"I just dropped you off," he looked at me. "You're crying. What's wrong?"

"Everything." I sobbed as I broke into a thousand shambles. And for once I had someone to put me back together again.

                                                                                                        The Fear of Fear

I woke up in the morning and didn't even bother to wake Griffin. I didn't know what I wanted and I refused to string him along as if I knew I only wanted him. I did want him though.

He was new. He looked new. He was fresh and funny and he didn't add on problems to my life he helped me figure some out.

I walked down the trail of his huge cabin home that was secluded from his family's main house. Why did he stray away so far on his own?

I walked up to the familiar black truck and hopped in with my head low. "Griffin Van?" he scoffed.

I snapped my head to him just to show him the "I'm still not forgiving you just yet" look and he instantly shut his mouth.

"I heard you guys hooked up." I just shook my head. So there were rumors. I wonder if Tyson heard them.

No. I don't. I don't care about Tyson.

My conscience was right.

"I was drunk and I kissed him but we didn't hook up. I just slept in his room and we hung out since then."

He was quiet for a while. Probably thinking of a smart remark then deciding he'd rather not upset m and then repeating the process.

"Spill it." I ordered getting annoyed.

"Have you talked to Tyson?" He blurted almost instantly.

My fists tightened just at the mention of him.

I hate him.

And in that moment I really did. "No." I said simply whilst staring out of my window. I turned to face him calmly. "Why would I?"

"He's a wreck." he said focusing on the road.

I let out a humorless laugh. "Am I really supposed to care?"

"Payson don't be like that."

"Be like what?" I asked outraged. The guy continues to do bad by me and apologizes and I accept him with open arms then the cycle repeats itself. Well not anymore. I am off the merry go round which is Tyson.

"Did you not hear the words he said to me?"

"I did and he's sorry."

"Yes he's the sorriest bitch I know." I snapped back.

"You don't mean that. Pay"-

"Oh I mean it. All he does is fuck up and feels guilty so he apologizes to lift the guilt from himself. I know him. He isn't that sorry."