Bloody Skies//g.d

Chapter 14

I woke up the next morning, Monday, at around eight. When sleep had finally eluded me completely, I slowly crept from my bedroom down the stairs and into the dimly lit kitchen. The only light came from the skylight above.

Billy had already left. I barely remembered it, but I could faintly recall him coming into my room earlier that morning and kissing my sweaty forward.

I opened the fridge and inspected its contents. Nothing inside however could satisfy me. I didn't really feel like eating. Not after what had happened to Evelyn.

Not after my dream. I shuddered just thinking about the terrible allusion that had pervaded my sleep last night.

"Morning," a deep voice said from behind me. I jumped and turned around, but before I could even see who the intruder was, their lips were upon mine.

"Grayson!" I said stunned and pulling away. "Don't scare me like that!" He simply smirked and pulled me in for another kiss.

"You ready?" Gray asked, demeanor changing immediately.

"The questioning. Right. Ready as I'll ever be I guess." I sighed. Grayson kissed my forehead. As his gentle lips grazed my skin, I felt much of my anxiety simply melt away. But, as soon as I could no longer feel their gentle caress, all of my pains returned instantaneously. Even his kisses couldn't save me now.

"You have to relax," said Grayson while turning my around to hug me from the back, "let me help you." He continued to run his icy fingers down my arm and his soft lips over my ear.

"I had the most terrible dream last night." I stated blatantly.

Another kiss to the tear this time accompanied by a little bite. "What about?"

"Me and you."

"And what were we doing?" Now, Gray's lips had moved to the base of my neck.

I opened my mouth to speak, but paused. I pondered on whether or not I should worry Grayson with what I had dreamt. His lips placed upon my collarbone acted as great motivation. "Poisoning people. We killed all of our friends."

Grayson chuckled. "I could go all Freud on you and claim that your dream stems from some dark, repressed desire to kill," I chuckled, "or, I'll go the more psychologist approved route and say that your dream means nothing. It's simply just your brain's way of making sense of your thoughts."

"Okay." I replied with a laugh. "Freud was a bit of a nut anyway."

We stood in the kitchen silent, just enjoying one another's company and the sound of rain upon the skylight above us. I exhaled deeply and leaned farther back into Grayson's torso.

"I love you," I began, "so much."

"I love you more."

Grayson snaked his hands around my waist and turned me to face him. Just enough sunlight was able to trickle through the skylight above to cause Grayson's skin to illuminate. His pale skin appeared much more gold toned and human. His eyes were no longer an opaque black (a color denoting that he was hungry) but rather a glowing-from-within chocolate brown. I wondered briefly if this is what he might've looked like as a human.

As I looked at him, inspecting every detail of his perfect face, I realized that I had been wrong the night before. I did hold the capacity to abandon everyone I knew for this boy. Grayson was my lifeline.

"No other heart has felt as fondly of another as mine does about you." I whispered cheekily. Though what I said was true, I knew that my statement's formality would elicit a laugh from Grayson.

He smiled, and pulled me into his chest. Gray then mumbled something barely audible, but it sounded as if he had asked himself why must I wait another two months to ask you?

***

I got ready then Grayson and I departed from Pines. He drove rather quickly down Pines Highway Southbound, even for himself, and soon we were all the way in Portland. I'd realized as soon as we pulled into the PPD station that I had left my phone at home and hadn't even checked any of my texts since before yesterday's frightful events.

"I'm scared." I whispered to Grayson while we sat waiting in the PPD front lobby. "I mean, what if I choke up. Or they issue one of those polygraph tests? You know, one-third of innocents are convicted as guilty by those pseudoscientific hell machines? Ooh, and what-"

Grayson placed a single, dedicated finger over my lips. "You're not a suspect. Just tell the truth. It's important to tell the truth...no matter how painful."

He kissed me gently, and I was called into the interrogation room.

The next installment will be told from Grayson's perspective and will contain some MAJOR news. Expect exuberant amounts of fluff and *maybe* a few tears?

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