Chapter 15 Selfish #2
I would never speak out against him to him. I can't.
I'm actually excited to hear Grey talk this much.
"Let me guess," he finishes putting on one shoe, "you can't?"
"I could treat you better than these fucks and I'm still learning how to."
"You're nineteen, not ten," he grumbles.
"You don't understand," I sigh.
"Why? Because I don't have parents?" He asks and I feel bad.
"No, no. My dad, he's just..." I hesitate and he notices narrowing his eyes.
"He just what?"
"He just parents in a different way that's all."
I suppose.
"And your mom?" He asks.
"She doesn't have much to do with me," I mumble.
Except for the occasional telling Dad that I've had enough.
"We all were affected by Jake's passing in a different way," I shrug a single shoulder.
"Don't ignore me anymore," he says sharply before adding a softer 'please.'
"Okay," I agree opening my door to walk him out now that he's got his shoes back on.
We make it outside and to Grey's Jeep.
He leans against the side of his car and grabs my arm pulling me flush to him.
"I've got to go away for a while after tomorrow," he says and I feel a little myself shrink in disappointment.
"How long?" I question.
"Four or five days," he sighs and I bite my lip in the thought of who the heck I'm going to talk to when he's gone.
His hands fall to the back of my upper thighs and he pulls my lower half closer to his. Holy mother of Jesus. Am I okay? I don't think I know how to breathe anymore.
He lowers his head to my neck and gives the skin right under my jaw a little bite. Woah baby.
Hornish thoughts fill my head and I remind myself to give an extra long prayer tonight.
Me being me, aka a slight idiot, I grab onto his hands and move them up to where I want them. My booty cheeks.
I no longer think about the fact that I don't have pants on, all that registers is his warm hands on me.
He brings his head out of my neck, a gorgeous smirk on his face.
"You like that, hm?" He gives my hind end a little squeeze and I get hot. I love you Jesus, and I'm sorry.
"Are you going away for work?" I clear my throat after starting the sentence and my voice coming out slightly higher.
He gives me a nod, his eyes traveling all over my face.
"Don't get stabbed. Or headbutted. Or hurt. Please," I say and his eyes soften. If it happens again, somebody is going to get got.
And if someone gets got, then I'm going to have to go on the run from the po-po.
"Are you catching a bad guy, or what?" I smile. He rolls his eyes a little before giving me a small nod.
I wish my life was nearly as exciting as his. He gets to manage a restaurant, which I don't even know why he does, and also catch bad guys for a living.
What do I do? From time to time I put a new shipment of books away on bookshelves.
I wonder if he was chasing a bad guy the first time we got milkshakes together? When he basically kidnapped me in the backroom.
"Who were we hiding from the first time we got milkshakes?" I speak my thoughts.
"No one you need to worry about," he says dryly and I bite my tongue. He can't just say that to me. I'm way too curious and my mind wanders off. A lot.
"Was the person a local pimp?" I could learn the ways.
"Sure," he rolls his eyes again.
I hear a car pulling into the driveway and I quickly move his hands from me and back up. I feel his scowl on the side of my face but I ignore it as I watch mom's car drive up the driveway.
Still no pants.
She won't tell dad, right?
"You should go, Grey," I tell him quietly. I feel him lean down to kiss my cheek I stop him before he can, my heart feeling heavy. He could get hurt and I'm not even letting him kiss my cheek, being too scared that mom will tell dad.
I really am selfish.
I watch as his jaw clenches and his eyes take on a dark essence. I whisper the world's quietest 'I'm sorry' to him but I'm not sure if he heard it. I hear mom's car door shut as Grey opens his.
I feel her hand on my arm as I watch his car drive away.
"Go inside, Azalea," she says and I do as she says with her following right behind me.
She shuts the door behind us as soon as we're both inside.
"You shouldn't be bringing him around like that," she says and I look down at my feet.
"If your father would've found out about him being here, we don't know what he'd do," she says and I'm thankful that she's fully sober at the moment.
"Make my back welt up with his belt? Or lock me in Jake's room again?" I question out looking up at her. Her dark brown hair lays flat and her eyes look back at me tiredly. I notice a faint bruise on her cheek and I grow upset.
It's one thing to put his hands on me; I understand his violence against me. But mom did nothing.
"When did he start hitting you?" my voice cracks.
"I don't know," she breathes, shaking her head slowly.
"Please," I plead, my eyes tearing up but I don't let them fall.
"Please stop drinking," I whisper out, watching her dulled blue eyes well up. I turn and go up to my room, not giving her time to answer.
Please.
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Thank you for reading! I admit it's not the best chapter I've written, my apologies :( Next chapter coming soon though!
(P.S next chap is totally in Grey's pov.)
*Not edited*
Word count: 3045 <-- (a little short, :( sorry)
-Ashlyn Montgomery