Chapter 24 Amazing
?Azalea?
A week and two days, Grey has been more than a crackhead. He won't let me move.
I've told him many times, 'Grey, if you keep feeding me and not letting me walk it off, I'm going to be confined to this bed for the rest of my life and I won't be able to walk ever again.'
He usually does one of three things each time I tell him that.
1) Shut up.
2) Do you want more food? (my answer is usually yes, obviously)
3) Shut the *insert F-word* up.
He really is such a sweetheart.
I mean come on. My face is fudged up, not my legs.
My showers are my only time to stand and so I do tons of physical activities during my showers. My activities usually consist of three things.
1) Staring at the wall and pretending I'm in a sentimental and dramatic movie while my shower water runs over my face.
2) Dancing wildly, although it's hard in the small space.
3) Telling Grey to leave me alone after he bangs on the door for ten minutes.
My back feels better, which is great. It's still a bit tender at times but that's whatever.
I guess I'm just not used to someone taking care of me. Usually, it's only me nursing myself. I'm trying to adjust but it's taking a while.
A couple of days ago, I got my stitches removed. Grey wasn't allowed in the room because once again, he's a crackhead.
Finally though, Grey had to go to work for some type of murder thingy. Yikes.
So I escaped.
I bust up in Mr. Terrip's bookstore and I find him almost immediately.
"I haven't seen you in forever," he stresses, "I was beginning to get very worried."
"What happened to your face?" he grips onto my chin, tilting it all around looking at the bruise and still visible, but healing, cut on my cheekbone.
I've got to tell him sometime.
"Well," I hesitate. He gives me the 'hurry up or I'm going to lose interest' face.
"I just got the stitches out and I've been bedridden. Forcefully," I keep the cause of the stitches out of it.
"And how'd you get those stitches?"
"Uh. Dad hit me," I hesitate.
"Oh Goodness, honey," he hugs me to his frail frame. Thank gosh his frame is different from Greys. I was getting tired of Grey's freaking bear-hugs that aren't meant to be bear hugs but just are.
Oh wait. Bear hugs. I love Bear. I love Grey too.
I didn't forget to tell him I love him. I just...am really nervous and I've taught myself not to blurt it. It's been rough. It's been hard.
That's what she said. Don't stop.
I'm not tired of Grey's body. He can hug me all day. I'd be living it up with him pressed against me. But, Mr. Terrip's hugs are pretty darn good too.
"Did you get help? Did the police get him?" he questions, his eyebrows drawn together.
"It's taken care of," I repeat Grey's exact words he told me that day when he came back from 'dealing with' dad.
"You poor thing," he hugs me again and I smile.
"Have you been staying at home? Is your mom okay?" he asks.
"I've mostly been staying at," I look down shyly, "Grey's place."
"Who?" Good Lord this man.
"Grey, y'know," I hold out my arms and flex my biceps.
"Oh! Him, okay," he recalls and I roll my eyes.
"I've been staying at his place mostly. I haven't been back to my house since dad did what he did," I explain.
"And you trust him, right? He's good to you still?" He asks just to make sure.
"He's such a sweet little cutie," I laugh internally at what Grey would say if I would've said that in front of him.
Most likely it would be something along the lines of, 'You try to get on my (effing) nerves with that bull(shiz), god(darn it)'.
"What about Aaron?"
Um. Yeah.
"I'll uh, I'll come around to it," I nod unconvinced with myself.
"I don't believe you," he gives me a look.
"I will," I nod, "I just have to figure out how to tell him. He used to be so close with my whole family, I don't want to just spring it on him."
"You're right," he nods.
"I've got a lot of books to put away, I bet," I smile and he nods.
"I've put away some but I'm not as quick as you. I don't have it all memorized," he smiles back.
"I'm here to rescue you," I give him one last hug before going and starting on the huge stacks of books that I need to put away.
The thing is, Mr. Terrip's bookstore isn't just a bookstore. It's also like a library. People can rent books. Kind of like a library.
So there's always things to put away. Also considering this place is the only bookstore/library around for the next thirty or so miles.
I feel in the zone after getting the tenth book into its correct place. And then, I go on for hours. After finishing putting all the books away, I see a box of new ones.
I check my phone that I left on the table and see quite of few texts from Grey on the subject of my escape.
From the time of his last text, I've got about ten minutes to begin putting the new books away and to look as innocent as I can while I'm at it. And if he's mad, I'll jump off the ladder and see what happens.
I get to work. Sure enough, ten minutes later, I hear him come in. I hear him. That's not a great sign.
I consider flashing him to get his mind off the subject but I'm right in front of the windows at the moment.
The second I see his tattooed hand wrap around my waist and yank me off my little ladder, I know that I've tickled the beast. And he didn't like it the tickle.
"What in the world are you doing here?" I gasp innocently and he glares down at me.
"Thanks for telling me where the fuck you were," he nearly growls.
"Well, I was but I didn't want to bother you," I smile.
"You never fucking bother me, you know that," he tenses his jaw.
"I know that you tell me that, I don't know that it's true," I chide.
"Well how much more do you want me to say it?" he questions, "You don't bother me. Other motherfuckers do. You don't. End of it."
"Jesus would wash your mouth out if provided a bar of soap," I nod. He rolls those beautiful dark eyes.
"How do you feel?" he cups my face, dragging his eyes over my cheekbone.
"I feel like I just got out of prison," I smile. I walk away from him, chuckling at the unhappy look on his face.
"Jacked and free," I smile.
I grip onto the box of all the new books and I call to my muscles to try and pull it out of the supply room.
Maybe not as jacked as I want to be.
It moves a couple of inches. I turn back to see Grey watching me. Not helping, just watching.
"Don't look at me. I'm not helping you," he grumbles childishly.
"You're mean."
"Mhm."
I bend down and an idea pops into my head. I evilly laugh internally. I begin pushing the box, it still doesn't move because it's a crackhead box. I pull on my acting britches.
"Ow, my back," I hiss, placing my hand on my back lightly. Was that too much monotone in that sentence? Maybe I'm not the greatest actor.
"Your back hurts from using your arms?" he questions, quite unimpressed.
"Now my head hurts from your attitude," I scrunch my nose at him.
"Bullshit," he chides.
"Oh gosh, there goes my leg starting to hurt from you not believing me," I grab my leg.
He rolls his eyes at me.
"Grey! My hip hurts now!" I grab my hip. Here in a minute I'm just gonna fall out on the floor.
He places his foot on the side of the box, pushing it and it glides across the carpet as if it weighs nothing.
Someone does not skip leg day.
"Now was that so hard?" I smile.
The moment I begin putting the new books away, Grey follows me around like a lost puppy. He doesn't help, he just follows me.
I smacked his butt a couple of times, he smacks mine one hurtful time. We made out once near the very back. He asked if I'm hungry nine-hundred times. Grey's kind looks sort of scared away two customers, and I crop dusted a random aisle once.
I internally told him I loved him eight times.
"We should go on a date," I gasp at the idea. We've never gone on an official date before.
"We've never gone on a date," I add.
"Yes we have," he argues.
"When?"
"Every time we're together," he shrugs one shoulder.
"Thank you for telling me that now," I say.
His finger trails across my collarbone and under my shirt just a bit. His other hand travels up the side of my skirt.
He leans down to me and kisses under my ear. His hand gets extra close to my goody.
"Grey," I warn breathlessly. I grip the tattooed arm that's close to between my legs. Woah baby.
"I've got you," he bites my neck gently and then he slowly moves his hand away. I pull away from him and prop myself up against a bookcase, gathering myself.
"You're beautiful," he says out of nowhere. He's getting better than me at this relationship thing.
He thinks I'm beautiful?
He leans down to me and kisses my lips softly. He pulls away and licks his lips.
He leans back down and me a second time, a little harsher.
I wrap my arms around his torso and press my forehead against his chest.
"You're just so cute," I tease and then gasp loudly when his hand goes back down and he cups in between my legs.
"Don't tease," He hums, holding me close to him.
Oh gosh.
When his fingers start to move, he covers my mouth with his shoulder. I bite him a little bit to say 'excuse me, sir, this is inappropriate.'
We know better than to do something like this here. At least I do, Grey has no control.
His fingers slide under my nice pale yellow underwear and I harshly grip onto his shirt, squeezing it for dear life.
"You like that?" His voice stays dark and quiet. He grips the hair at the bottom of my skull lightly and pulls my mouth away from his shoulder and quickly replaces it with his mouth.
His now free hand comes to rest on my chesticle.
My boob!
After only a couple of seconds, I feel really friggin great. I feel his lips form a smirk into the kiss and I grip onto him tighter.
"Azalea, where'd you go?" I just barely hear Mr. Terrip call out. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and Grey and I shoot away from each other.
I straighten my skirt and lick my lips as I attempt to catch my breath and try not to make frustrated noises. I'm gonna kill Grey.
I feel oddly frustrated. What is he doing to me?