Dinner time

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Over the course of about 3 weeks however , grant and i became closer , friend wise .

We started having little inside jokes , and secret smiles when we passed each other in the hallways.

But as me and grant got closer , him and jenny were fighting more and more .

There was one particular night when I was in the laundry room collecting my clothes , and i heard jenny yelling at him at the top of her lungs .

" Bastard !"

I heard something smash .

" Damnit jenny !"

I heard grants usual soft voice , but it sounded more authoritative this time , with a base to it .

" You act like its my fault we cant have kids , grant ! "

" Well working all the time and stressing over stupid shit may have taken a roll in that !"

There was a pause , not like it was over pause , but a scary pause .

" STUPID SHIT? " , she screamed .

" THAT STUPID SHIT BOUGHT THIS GOD DAMN HOUSE . THAT STUPID SHIT PAID OFF YOUR MYSTERIOUS DEBT . THAT STUPID SHIT IS THE REASON WHY YOU ARENT ASS OUT ON THE STREET YOU UNGRATEFUL MOTHERFUCKER. "

Another smash .

I didnt hear another word from grant , and bent down to get my basket of clothes .


when i looked up i saw grant staring at me with his hands in his pockets.

He closed the door of the laundry room and came up to me , a little closer than usual .

" Damnit you scared m-

He put his hand over my mouth , keeping it there until he knew i wasnt going to say another word .

He put a piece of paper on top of the basket of clothes in my hand and lingered for a moment more before walking out , with a serious look on his usually jovial face .

I heard the door slam , and antoinette crying .

I flew up too my room , making sure i didnt fly off the steps on the way .

I threw down the clothes, and opened the note , almost ripping it in the process.

I stared at his tiny sharp way of writing , and read the note with ease .

Meet me at the park , 12:00 .

I looked at the clock .

8:56 .

I heard jenny downstairs making dinner , apparently it was pasta tonight .

I looked at the note again , not believing the writing on it .

I contemplated whether or not i should even go to the location, from what i have heard about girls from over seas getting trafficked in ameria so often .

But grant wasnt like that . He didnt have many friends , and he was always at work or here with me .

I put the note in my pocket and sat on the bed .

" Dinner!" , jenny screeched from the kitchen .

I jumped up and felt my chest beating , feeling like she already knew i was planning to meet her husband at midnight .

I timidly went down the stairs , almost expecting to see grant in the same spot as usual, at the foot of the table .

She threw down the pot she was cooking , wiping away a tear on her cheek.

" Grant will not be joining us tonight . " , she clumsily made the dinner plates and put them on the table .

Her hair was wild and her makeup was smeared on her face .

I ate my food fast , thanked her , and went back upstairs , waiting for the clock to hit 12 .


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