Yin-Yang

CH.4 Secrets

Greyson took me too his house, holding my arm and taking me upstairs.

He went into his closet and drug out some baggy sweather and sweatpants.

" Here, put on these." He threw the clothes to me.

I just nodded and went to his bathroom to change. I came out and he was sitting in a chair next to his bed, staring again.

" Oh, and if your wondering why I made you change, its because your dress had blood on it, and im gonna have to burn it as well as my clothes. Blood won't ever actually come out."

I nodded again and sat down on his bed, trying to comprehend what just happened.

" Can you t-take me home p-please?" I asked him.

" Are you sure?" He raised an eyebrow.

Of course I was sure! I did not want to be stuck here next to a lunatic whos a murderer. Plus they like me! Not a good combination here.

" Im sure." I spit.

" Well, I take it your gonna keep this thing our secret right?" He got up and walked closer to me, backing me into the wall.

" Because this secret isn't something you want to share, and it isn't yours to share either."

I lowered my head down in discust. How could he do such things to people?!

" Why." I said flattly, picking my head up, tears streaming down my face.

He started to laugh hysterically.

" Because im psycho!" He exclaimed, laughing again.

" But even the psycho deserve a beautiful bonnie for there clyde." His smile widened at me, he did not just say that to me. Oh god, why didn't I just say no in the first place?!

I rolled my eyes, letting a tear stream down my cheek. He grabbed my arm and took me back outside to his car.

" Tell your parents you were with Anna." He said, driving down the road.

" Uh I dont think they will-"

" Tell them what I just said." He growled. He began to drive a bit faster, gaining up on some driver that was in front of us, they were driving a blue dented truck.

" What are you doing?!" I yelled, he just bumped into the driver, causing them to swerve a bit.

He smiled deviously. I was driving in a car with a psycho.

" WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING STOP!" I screamed at him, slapping his arm.

He stopped the car. I hit my head on the seat.

" Listen to me. This is fun for me. I enjoy killing. I enjoy antaganizing other hunans. Your just one that I have mercy on. Theres something about you that makes me not want to harm you, and I like that." He caressed my cheek, then kissed my forehead.

I turned away, as he looked at me, then continued to drive.

I hopped in my window, looking that he was coming up as well. What was wrong with him? Morely so, what was wrong with me? Why am i starting to warm up to him? Why am I not scared anymore? Ugh, im nessed up.

" So, uhm, how did you know where I lived?" I asked.

" Lucky guess." He smiled.
Greyson began to look at my photos, and all my drawling on my wall.

" You draw these?" He asked.

" Yes..." I continued. " Iv'e uhm always drawn since I was able to pick up a pencil."

He smiled at me. Then he began to look at my shelf full of family photos.

He eyed the one of my grandmother and I, then turned around and sat on my bed.

" You really need to leave..." I whispered.

He stood up and gently pushed me onto the bed. He crawled up over me, his faces inches between mine.

" And if I don't?" He breathed.

I pushed him off and sat back up. He glared at me and grabbed my arm. It hurt a bit from his grip.

" Don't do that again." He hissed.

I rolled my eyes until I realized he was serious, so I nodded. Greyson hopped out the window and was off.

I can't believe im hanging with a murderer.