Escaping Mr. Grayson [UN-EDITED]

Chapter Nineteen.

paranoia

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noun

delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. It may be an aspect of chronic personality disorder, of drug abuse, or of a serious condition such as schizophrenia in which the person loses touch with reality.

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Saying that I've been on edge would be a severe understatement. I should be calm; I know that I should. And I should be moving on, I know that too. But for some rea-son, the memories of Professor Xavier Grayson remain lingering through all corners of my mind. Corners that until recently, I didn't even know existed.

I keep getting the eerie feeling that I'm being watched at all times. Like he's here. In my house, behind the curtains, under the bed, at my job, in my dreams. Everywhere. Just, watching me. Its gotten to the point where I have to sleep with a knife under my pillow just to feel an inch of safety.

It's been almost two weeks since anyone on campus last saw him. Daisy says we probably scared him away and Kayden says crazy people don't give up on what they want that easily. It goes without saying, I agree completely with Kayden. I don't think Mr. Grayson would be...scared by what we did. If anything, it would probably excite his twisted psychotic ass. At least, I think so anyway.

In an attempt to keep me occupied, Asher, Chase and Daisy invited me to come with them on one of their brunch dates today. I don't think they genuinely want me here, more like Daisy just doesn't want to leave me by myself. Which I completely understand. I would do the same for her.

"Oh by the way, your mom called me last night", Daisy tells me as we sit at our table

I groan dramatically, "What'd she say?"

"Well, firstly, that you should unblock her, and secondly, that this is her last month in the house and she wants you to stop by to say your goodbyes and pick out some of the stuff you wanna keep"

A wave of emotions rushes over me, causing me to forcefully swallow the lump of emotion back down my throat. "Just...ignore her calls please"

Daisy frowns, placing her hand on my knee softly as a sign of comfort. "Why don't you wanna see her?"

"She's getting rid of my childhood home", I sigh. "She's getting rid of the only remaining memory I have of my father."

"Well, did you talk to her about how you feel?"

"Yeah. I did, and... she just, won't put herself in my shoes. She's not exactly that kind of person"

A pause.

"How much did she sell it for?"

"...somewhere around fifteen thousand"

"Alright", she smiles, "Then lets give her twenty thousand"

"What?"

"My mom and dad gave me...some money to buy myself a house, sort of like an early graduation present", she starts. "The thing is though, I don't really need a house. I mean, I'm a journalist...I travel a lot so all I really need is a bed and some water"

"So, whatre you saying?"

"I'm saying, if you let me, I could buy us your childhood home", she smiles