Nothing More

Four

after about 10 minutes, you release your grip from grayson. "thank you. i think i'm okay enough to talk now." you said with tears in your eyes.

"about us or what happened?"

you shrugged your shoulders slightly. "whichever."

"how about you tell me about what happened first?"

you took in a deep breath. "okay.."

you both moved over to the couch and sat down. you inhaled deeply again before speaking. "you know how my parents died over a year ago in that crash?"

"yes."

"and how.. my aunt got really depressed and started drinking a lot..?"

He sighed and looked you in the eyes with sadness. "..yes"

"well she.." tears began forming in your eyes, "started hurting me. i'd come home every night and there was always something i did wrong that she yelled at me for. it could be something as dumb as not sweeping the floor completely or coming home a little later than expected." Tears began falling. "i never saw the real her anymore. she was always drunk or drinking. then when she started h-hitting me.. i didn't th-think it would be that big of a deal. then it j-just got worse and worse.." you covered your face with your hands as you sobbed, trying to continue. "Sh-she would slap me, k/kick me, CUT me.. i s-still have the scars.. i n-never thought sh-she would end up l-like that." He brought you into a tight hug as you continued crying, eventually calming down enough to continue talking. "after a while i finally called someone and they took her away from me.. this was only 9 months ago grayson.. she just, showed up here thinking i would be okay and like nothing ever happened.. why would she do that grayson..?"

tears started streaming down your face again. You tried your best to wipe the tears away as they fell. "i'm sorry.."

grayson pulled you closer into him, holding you tighter than before. "why didn't you ever tell me about this?"

"i was afraid.. i loved her, she's my only family.. i didn't know what to do.." you started to break down even more.

"i'm sorry.." he held you tighter. "but why did you have to lie about it?" He looked into your eyes. "you know you can tell me anything.. you said all the bruises and cuts were "accidents" and that your aunt got taken away for rehab.. why wouldn't you just tell us the truth..?"

you started crying even more. "i'm sorry grayson.. i was afraid.. i thought that if you knew, you'd get mad and do something stupid.."

"i get it, but i was worried about you.."

"i'm sorry grayson.."tears started streaming down your face even more.

he pulled you in tighter. "shh.. it's okay y/n.. it's okay.."

you started bawling and just held onto grayson.
you sat there with your arms around him for another 10 minutes.

you finally calmed down enough to speak. "i'm sorry.." you released your grip from him and wiped your tears away, trying to hide your red, puffy eyes.

"don't apologize.. you just need to get your mind off of it. let me go make you some hot chocolate and put on a movie."

you sniffled a couple of times. "okay.. thank you." he gave you a slight smile and got up to go make you some hot chocolate as you sat yourself on the couch and put on a movie.

why is he so sweet? yet so confusing.. first he was kissing me, then he couldnt wait to get out of here and made it seem like he wanted nothing to do with me, and now he's being my best friend again? what is his deal..?