drag me down | grayson dolan

【thirty three】

september 13th, 1991

Three weeks. It's been three weeks since Grayson was arrested. I haven't been able to see or talk to him since he was dragged away in handcuffs. The police have been questioning him day and night, trying to get the full story on the masked phantoms.

Duke heard a few whispers that he's been very cooperative. I'm hoping if he's on his best behavior, he'll get a better deal with the judge. It's also been three weeks since Bodhi disappeared on that plane. My skin aches knowing he's out there somewhere.

I have been staying with Duke in his apartment since the incident. It's a lot bigger than mine, with two bedrooms along with a larger living room and kitchen. I'm trying to hang on and be strong, but it's hard. I have been extremely tired, causing my body to feel weaker. I definitely don't get the proper sleep I need.

Today is going to be the hardest day of all. Grayson has his final court meeting with the judge. Over the past three weeks, he's been presenting his case to the jury. We weren't allowed to be in the room, but today we are. Honesty is the best policy, and I hope that's what saves Grayson with this case. He was honest and gave the police every ounce of information he had. I pray every night that it isn't a long sentencing, maybe even some probation. Anything is better than ten years in prison.

"Savannah?" Duke's low voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I look up at him standing in the doorway of the guest bedroom. I didn't even realize that it's almost nine.

"You're still in bed." He points out while staring at me under the covers.

"Yeah, sorry." I mumble. "My mind won't stop racing."

"It's going to be fine." He tries to reassure me. I nod my head and scan his appearance. He's wearing a white button down shirt tucked into black dress pants.

"What should I wear?" I lowly say while rising to my feet. A few cramps form in my stomach as I wince in pain.

Duke notices and furrows his eyebrows. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I just have a stomach cramp." I rub my hand over the pain.

"That time of the month?" He teases.

I stare back at him, shaking my head. "Ironically, no."

"Wear a dress, try to be as presentable as possible." He finally answers my question.

"Great." I sarcastically reply.

"It might not be that bad." He shrugs his shoulders.

"It's probably going to be." I let out a long breath while marching over to the closet.

"Maybe not. It depends on what the judge says."

I can feel my stomach rumbling, causing me to gulp. "I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"That's just the nerves." His calm voice softly speaks.

My entire body aches with the familiar weak feeling, coming on stronger than ever. "No, I'm actually going to be sick." I quickly rush past him and exit the guest bedroom.

"Savannah." Duke calls out to me.

I run into the bathroom and drop to my knees, bending over the toilet. Within an instant, I begin throwing up. My stomach empties out as I grip onto the ends of the bowl.

"Jacobs." Duke says again while rushing into the bathroom.

I finish the disgusting act and immediately flush the toilet, closing the lid on top. My breathing is heavy and my heart rate is increasing by the minute. I shut my eyes and lean my head against it.