Neurosis || Grayson Dolan - Book Two

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Your POV

     Your hands trembled and you punched in the code on the keypad, gaining you access to the seventh floor. Where Grayson used to be held.

Now he's at home, with his daughter.

It's so weird how the world works. One day you're held in a mental hospital with no chance of release and the next- you're home with a baby.

With anyone else, the thought would've startled you. But you know Grayson. Anything- and anyone he cares deeply about wouldn't be subjected to... well, murder.

Unless they do him wrong.

There was no guard at the desk. Weird. Usually there's someone there to make sure the inmates and all coming through the floor are authorized.

Shrugging it off, you slowly and cautiously make your way to the all-too-familiar cell. The cold bars in the window allowed very little light, and you knew for a fact that the cell itself was freezing.

You never under stood why they were so mistreated. They are still people. Locking them away only makes them worse. Cold hearted. Mad with rage.

"Lucas Hemmings?" You call out, only to hear silence in return. You swallow the lump forming in your throat, which caused more and more nausea in the pit of your stomach.

He's a killer. And his type is dainty women with no means to fight him off.

"I was assigned to your file," you pause, hoping for a response.

Silence.

"Bettleman thought it'd be good for us to talk, maybe get to know eachother" you say lightly.

Small rustles came from within the cell. The cold atmosphere was almost too frigid to bare as his icy blue eyes came into view. He was daunting. Terrifying.

The corners of his lips come up into a wicked smile as he responds, "you don't want to know me."

Literal chills.

The Australian accent was impeccably prominent.

"I do."

His brows burrow as your answer leaves your lips. He looked as though he was trying to figure you out. Make sense of your answer.

I'm sure he doesn't get much talk back when he's not shackled in a cell. You can't help but crack a small smile at the thought.

Suddenly, he lunges as far forward as he can. The gritted teeth and clenched jaw made the words he say even more menacing. "What the hell are you smiling at? I'll cut it right the fuck off your face!"

The shock in your eyes made him wild. He thrives off of fear. "You'll never know me!" He screams, settling his face to stone cold. It was like he was staring through you.

From this encounter, you figured he was too dangerous at the moment to council. Thankfully, you were just as happy to do it as he was. Being on the same page allowed you to leave the situation without anymore threatening words from Lucas. Or Luke.

Maybe this shouldn't be repeated back to Grayson. 'Today was fine and nothing happened.' Which is what you would explain it as.

Because the second Grayson finds out, that'd be the day Luke dies.

You were confident that with Grayson's size, Luke wouldn't have a prayer. But let's hope he won't have to plan his little 'talk' with his Gods before dying just yet.

Grayson's POV

     5:42pm and she's not here. I've been waiting at the dinner table for an hour now. She should've been here.