precious | e.d (discontinued)

Eleven | Someone

Alexa's POV

I kept myself caged in my room as i cranked up the volume of my music, blasting it through my headphones and trying to block out the rampage going on downstairs.

I walked to the window, observing a lovely day. Birds chirping and the sun shining above the tall trees, while the cool refreshing wind flowed through the air. But it wasn't enough to keep me calm, it just wasn't.

I could still hear my mom and dad yelling at each other through the music, followed by stuff— getting hit into walls, things breaking. Possibly mom's vases, or her expensive plates that she could care less about right now.

After the dinner with the Dolans', they had an argument when we got home, which escalated quickly. I think my dad said something along the lines of "It's none of your business anymore." And after he said that, I could practically hear my mom's heart breaking. But that night, I was so stressed and scared enough that I wanted nothing more than not getting involved.

I'd thought that they would resolve this in over a couple of days, but it had only gotten worse. After an issue comes another issue on top of it, and then another, and another. I had never seem them fight like this before, they acted as if they were letting it all go—like they've been holding back, and finally, they decide to spill everything out.

It was hard for me to bear. I was getting tired from trying to hold back my tears at night, pondering about when this would end.

Fuck. I thought. I can't take this anymore.

And finally, I cry. I balled like I've never balled before, and I needed a shoulder to cry a river on. I picked up my phone and texted Mia, asking if she was free.

Me: hey, are you free today?

Mia: sorry, i'm with my family in this charity event right now, and i don't think i'll be able to escape.

Mia: I REALLY want to though. Don't get me wrong, I love giving help and all but it's sooo hot i swear i feel my makeup melting. We're standing in the middle of daylight for fuck's sake. Ugh.

Before I could even reply, she sends another text message, as if she could already sense something was wrong.

Mia: is everything okay?

Me: yeah, i'm alright.

Mia: you sure?

Me: yeah. I hope i see you soon though, i'm missing your whiney ass.

Mia: you mean my PLUMP ass. Get it right, dummy. You know it's pretty. Anyway, see you soon!

I try to smile, but the corner of my lips felt heavy. I let out a sigh, stiffling a cry. I tried to close my eyes as i bit back the tears, but I couldn't. It was too much to hold in.

I searched my contacts for anyone, just anyone i could talk to.

My eyes land on Grayson's name, not hesitating to click it and send him a text.

Me: hey, you busy?

Almost immediately, he texts back.

Grayson: not really, why?

My fingers hovered over my screen, unsure of what to say.

Me: can i just come over? Can we talk?

Grayson: of course. Do you want me to pick you up? You okay?

I let out a small smile, he's still as caring as he used to be. It's one of the things I love about Grayson.