Greyson had grown used to Benny's wealth, although he never got accustomed to the jealousy he felt for the other boy's easy-living.
Greyson still had to help support his mother. She tried to get sober a few times in the past few months, but it never lasted more than a day or two.
She was still as violent as always, although she was slowly becoming weaker with age, and the excessive amounts of alcohol were taking a toll on her body.
Greyson worked as often as he could, picking up odd jobs here and there, all to help keep his mother on her feet and in his childhood home, a small ranch-style home on the west side.
He wouldn't say he was sentimental, but his favoritism to that house said otherwise.
He hated moving out, only doing so to avoid the abuse from his mother and to be more useful to Ms. Jessica.
She had needed him a lot more, recently, her old age becoming more evident as the months passed.
He slowly became more of a caregiver to her than an errand boy, although he still went and got her groceries every Sunday.
Greyson would do anything for that sweet old lady; she had been much more of a mother to him than his real mother ever was.
He still had scars from when he couldn't avoid his mother's wrath when he was younger.
He had become clever enough to keep himself from getting too hurt, only failing when she was especially violent.
He just had to deal with it; it was a part of his life.
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Short Storywhen you turn 18, you start to dream. in those dreams, you see through the eyes of your soulmate. you won't always dream, because sometimes your soulmate is asleep, but they dream through your eyes too when they're asleep. Benny and Greyson live com...
