need you | g.d.

15 - nightmare

kiara - monday afternoon

with the video explaining my and grayson's relationship out on the internet for all eyes to see, i've decided that i would take a break from all platforms of social media.

maybe sometime i'll get back on, but for now i couldn't deal with all the stress and anxiety that came with it.

i walk into my kitchen and dig through the cabinets, looking for something eat. after spending the last few days at grayson and ethan's apartment i hadn't really had the time to go out and get stuff.

i find some pasta noodles on the top shelf off my pantry and grab it while balancing on my tip-toes. i set it on the island countertop and grab out a pot, filling it with hot water before setting it on stove top.

the little fire under the pot flicks on once i twist the knob and the water starts boiling. soon little bubbles start rising to the top and steam flows off. i grab the box of noodles and dump them into the hot water.

  i need a spoon so i dig through the draws until i find a metal one that seems to be big enough to stir the flowing pot. i grab it out fast and end up dropping it on the ground, a loud clattering sound being heard throughout the entire apartment.

  "shit," i curse to myself, closing my eyes and waiting for bailey's screams to pierce through my ears. she doesn't   wake up, though, and i silently thank god for that one.

  i grab the spoon and blow it off quickly before dipping it into the noodles and stirring.

  a knock on my front door startles me and i glance down at the pot before turning the heat on low.

  i walk down the hardwood hallway and peek through the hole on the door.

  my heart stops. my breath is stuck in my throat and i feel like i'm suffocating.

  this is the nightmare i always hoped would never come true.

and right before me it's all unraveling.

she knocks again. my heart beat quickens. my breathing is erratic and i'm on the floor.

"kiara!" her voice slices through the air like a blade.

"we know you're in there!" he speaks up, banging on the door harder, almost to the point it's about to break off the hinges.

bailey.

oh my god. what am i going to do?

i unstably stand up; my legs wobbly and jello-like. i'm shaking uncontrollably and my head hurts. my fingers tremble and my knees feel weak, like they could give out any minute.

i hold onto the wall as i leave the foyer and go back towards the kitchen, remembering my now burning pot of noodles.

i shut the burner off and then grab my phone, texting grayson quickly.

me: come over right now please

he must be on his phone because in almost seconds his reply comes back.

grayson: what's wrong?

i draw a sharp breath in when the doorknob jiggles and there's another bang.

me: please hurry

i put my phone back down and inch my way closer to the door. only about a foot away, i'm shoved back against the wall when the door bursts open.

my dad walks in first his footsteps echoing due to the pounding in my head.

grayson, please hurry.