Wicked Games (book one)

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*TRIGGER WARNING! (throw up/gagging included) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

song for chapter:
someonetostay. - forceback.
| we all need someone to stay |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
9:00pm, monday.

my eyebrows narrowed as I walked up the long u-shaped driveway, seeing both ethan and graysons cars parked one behind the other.

I slowed down my walk, being confused as to why ethans car would be here if he isn't home—wherever he is.

a tiny pack of nerves were swarming around my heart, but it wasn't positive. did he get picked up, or uber?

where the hell is he?

the front porch light turned on as the front door opened, causing my head to turn in the direction of the house.

grayson was standing in the doorway—a house that was completely dark besides a couple of small lights was behind him in the doorframe.

the corner of my mouth curved upwards weakly as I continued to walk towards him.

"hey." he spoke in a softened tone, letting go of the door in order to wrap me in his one-of-a-kind hugs. something I needed right now.

"hi." my voice was low, being muffled from my face being smushed against his chest. I closed my eyes, taking in the presence of a human that doesn't make me want to cry the way my family and sammy do.

he slowly let go, stepping side ways into his house as he held the door open for me to walk in. "I'm sorry about ethan, I'm worried too." his voice laced with honesty.

"did he get picked up?" I asked out of curiosity as I walked into the house, feeling a coldness take over my body from the temperature inside.

"yeah, but it wasn't a car I recognized." he told me as he shut the front door, then turning around to face me. "it looked like it could have been an uber or lyft." he shrugged his shoulders, not wanting me to worry.

i nodded my head slowly, trying to think about what the hell he could be doing and why he has to lie to me about it.

"you don't have to worry about him being with anyone, jaylee." he tried to comfort me with reassuring words. "he wouldn't do that to you."

again, I nodded my head as I tried to let what he told me ease my nerves.

"do you want water or anything?" graysons eyebrows raised as he pointed to the kitchen, walking past me and into the living room; wanting me to be comfortable in their house.

I shook my head as I followed behind him. "no thanks, I'm okay." I assured him as I sat down onto the couch, then letting out a deep breath to release stress.

slowly, I could stay to feel my neck throb as if it had a heart beat from where sammy had previously grabbed me.

I swallowed the air stuck in my throat as I adjusted my hoodie to cover my neck better, not wanting grayson to have to worry about me and ethans problems.

he nodded his head as he sat down onto the couch next to me, his elbows on his knees as his fingers played with his bottom lip in order to decrease anxiousness.