Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

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Chapter Forty-Two: "Home"

I CLUTCH THE FLOWERS in one hand and Gray's hand in the other. My whole body was shaking. I was mortified. I couldn't believe it. I refused to believe it. My sister wasn't dead. She couldn't be.

The raindrops patter on the window, tapping lightly like the music of a drum. There was something that bothered me about rain on the day of a funeral. I'd want to be buried on a sunny day. It's least depressing.

"Baby Girl," Grayson whispers in a low graceful tone. I turn to look at him with my puffy red eyes.
"You ready?" He asks.

Everything in me wants to say no. I wasn't ready to let go of that part of my life. I wasn't ready to see my sister laying lifeless in a metal box being put in the ground. Mel may have been a bitch, but she was a bitch that I loved.

"Yeah," I lie, not letting go of his hand. I wanted to keep holding it forever. I felt safe that way. Nothing could hurt me as long as I had Grayson by my side.

I put on a pair of sunglasses, shielding my eyes. People in all black slide past the graves, like ghost themselves. Mom had freaked out already when she saw Mel in the casket, so I knew that she wouldn't be able to handle the thought of them putting her in the ground. Dad, on the other hand, was expressionless. He had put away all happiness. He was dead inside and out. I hated seeing my parents this way. It was like torture.

Across the graveyard, I spot Turner Decoaste. A lot of former students had come out to see Mel, even those who despised her. 

I put the flowers on her casket when the time comes . Around my neck was a necklace that I had never taken off since I had gotten it. It was from our grandmother who had passed. I take it off and place it on top of the flowers.

"I love you," I whisper. I didn't want to look at the corpse anymore. My stomach had started to churn, and I didn't feel so good. Kyle and his ex,-wife and children had come. His wife sits me down and gives me some water. Grayson feels my forehead and insists that I take it easy.

"Take me home," I plead. I begged as if I were a child. I just wanted to leave. "I want to leave. Please. Take me home."

"Okay we'll go home after this," Gray tells me. "We'll go to your mother's."

I tell him no. Everyone was going to go over my mother's after the funeral to eat and pay their respects. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to see their faces.

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I slept for hours. Grayson kept the kids as quiet as possible so I that I could rest. I could hear him open the door, checking on me every once in a while. I had to stop myself from bursting out in tears, but I couldn't help it most of the time.

Was it something that I done that had pushed her over the edge? Was it the fact that I had chosen not to give Grayson up? What did I do?

I grip my pillow and turn over. The door creaks, and Grayson appears
He lays down beside me and brushes my cheek. I flash a small smile.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I still hadn't fully apologized for Hawaii.

"Don't sweat it," he whispers back.
We share a small kiss before holding each other. My nose was stuffed and Rudolph red. Chances were that I looked terrible, but that didn't matter.

I wanted to fall back in love with Grayson, but I don't think that I had ever one-hundred percent fell out. I just knew that I needed him. We made each other better.

I bury myself in his chest and close my eyes. This was my safe haven. This was where I could escape from the world.

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