I'm sitting in my room with Kenzie, keeping her from hearing our parents argue again. Luckily, she's fast asleep under the covers of my bed. Hopefully she stays that way
I sneak over to my locked door and press my ear against it, trying to listen to what my mom and dad are saying.
"Honey, please stop! We can talk through this!" I hear my mom yelling from another room.
"No, I need to leave!" My dad yells back.
"Why?!" My mom screams.
Silence.
"Tell my why!" She screams again.
More silence. I feel the tension growing even though I'm not in the same room as them.
"TELL ME GOD DAMN IT!"
"I DON'T LOVE YOU." My dad finally answers.
What? Dad doesn't love mom? But they say they love each other all the time. I don't get it..
"Dave.." My mom's voice cracks in pain.
"Amanda, I'm sorry-"
"Who are you running off with?" My mom asks with no emotion, yet sounding so empty and heartbroken.
"What are you talking about?" My dad asks quietly.
"It seems like you are in such a big hurry to be leaving. Who's your new lady, huh? Who's the new slut now? It wouldn't be the first time you cheated on me!" My mom yells out in anger and pain.
My dad stays quiet.
"Who is it?!" I hear glass shatter.
"IT'S ASHLEE RICHINS, OKAY!?" His loud voice booms through the house. I'm surprised Kenzie didn't wake up.
"Your assistant?! HA! WOW!"
I hear my dad's loud footsteps go past my door and into his bedroom across the hall. It is quiet for a while until I hear my dad rolling a suitcase down the hall.
He's.... leaving?
"Dave, please don't do this to the kids.." I hear my mom sobbing.
"I'm sorry.. Goodbye." My dad says before leaving the house and slamming the door.
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SLAM!
I gasp and sit up in my seat, hyperventilating. I look around and realize I am still in Grayson's car. That must have just been another bad dream.
I look out the front window and see Grayson jogging around the front of the car to open my door. That's when I realize I am home.
Gray opens up my door, but looks at me weird. He tilts his head slightly to the right and squints his eyes while he gently swipes his thumb across my cheek.
"You're crying.. are you okay?" He asks softly.
"I-I uh.. um I had a b-bad dream. I'm f-fine." I stutter, still feeling the anxiety from that dream. I unbuckle my seatbelt and step out of the car.
"Hey.. Come here.." Grayson opens up his arms for a hug.
I hesitate going into his arms, but I end up snuggling my face into the crook of his neck. He rubs my back while he slowly sways us side to side.
Of course, I end up ruining the moment when I push him away from me and I sneeze into my elbow.
Grayson laughs at me, causing me to look up at him and glare.
"You have the funniest fucking sneeze, oh my god." He laughs even harder.
"Shut up."
"It was like- HAACHOWWW! HAHAHA!!" He holds his stomach and continues to laugh at me. His laugh causes me to laugh too.
"Ok, I'm going inside." I roll my eyes playfully.
"I'm sowwy for laughing." He sticks his bottom lip out.
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: When I was trying to write "sowwy" my phone autocorrected it to "so wet" HHAHAHA.]
"Whatever." I approach the front door and reach under the welcome mat to grab our house key.
"So that's where you keep your house key?" Grayson smirks.
"Yes, but don't get any ideas. I'll hide it somewhere else." I unlock the door and step inside.
I walk into the living room and collapse on the couch, immediately feeling like shit again. I guess this is what I get for skipping my medication. My immune system fucks with me and I get super sick.
Woops.
"Nice place." Grayson says as he roams around my house.
"Thanks. Are you gonna 'take care of me' or are you gonna stare at my family photos?" I play with the strings on my sweatpants.
"This guy's head got scratched out of the picture." He yells from the hall.
"That's my dad." I respond.
"Oh, sorry." He walks back into the living room.
"Na, it's fine." I shrug my shoulders.
It's quiet for a little bit as he looks around the room, admiring every little thing about it. It's kind of cute.
"Want to watch Dance Moms?" He asks with a smirk.
"You know me too well, Dolan."
