Run, Sunshine.
1338 Words
Grayson
The party is already in full swing when we arrive, loud music, sweaty people and cheap perfumes.
Isa disappears muttering something about finding her friends.
I walk over to the VIP room wanting some sort of quietness, once I'm seated on the empty couch, I bring out the v*pe from my pocket and take a hit.
The familiar burn spreads through my chest, sharp and soothing all at once. I hold it in, letting it settle before exhaling slowly through my nose.
The tension in my shoulders eases as the smoke curls around me, blending into the dimly lit room.
This is what I needed. V*ping always happened to cool me off no matter what was on my mind, which is why no matter how much Edward whines about it I do not give a sh*it.
If he hadn't done what he did, then I wouldn’t need a v*pe in the first place.
Edward hates this habit, always going on about how I’m “damaging myself” or “setting a bad example.” Like He is ever given a damn about my well-being. That’s his f*****g business.
But even the v*pe isn’t strong enough to drown out the thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind.
I lean my head back, staring at the ceiling. And that’s when it happens.
Her face flashes in my mind, uninvited and impossible to ignore.
Raelynn.
The image of her standing in the foyer earlier, her stormy gray eyes glaring at me with all the fury of a summer tempest, makes my lips twitch into a smirk.
When I first heard that Edward’s new “project” came with a daughter around my age, I did not care. I looked her up out of curiosity, found out the basics...her school, her grades, her hobbies...but I did not bother checking what she looked like. It did not matter.
Or at least, I thought it did not.
I did not expect her to look like that.
Like the damn goddess of the sun or something. Her long wavy blond hair that seems to glow under the light, and for a second, I caught myself wondering how it would feel wrapped around my fingers. Would she shiver if I tugged a bit?
Stormy gray eyes and tempting full lips.
But I especially did not expect her to be that confident and bratty.
Yeah, sure she was trembling like a puppy in a storm but no one dared look at me in the eyes let alone talk back at me...but she did. She stood her ground.
And as much as I hate to say this but it was almost…entertaining.
I take another drag, letting the smoke swirl in my lungs before releasing it. the thought of her makes me want to laugh and punch something all at once.
My phone rings in my pocket, I groan bringing it out.
Twelve messages from Bridget, ten missed calls.
How the hell did she even get my number and why does she think it’s okay for her to play mum or something.
I keep scowling down my recent calls and my gaze hardens when I do not see what I’m unconsciously searching for. Though a part of me knows what to expect.
Zero from Edward.
I shake the thought of my mind as I glance at my hockey team group chat, a sigh escapes my lips as I remember I swore to stay clean this break since we have a competition coming up. But of course I couldn’t even do that.
Fuck it. I’ll figure something out.
A knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts.
“f**k off.” I snap not bothering to look up.
The door creaks open and Isa steps in, her heels clicking against the floor and her arms crossed.
She flops on the couch beside me and I scowl at her flushed place. She is been up to something and my protective brother instincts rise, but I press then down, neither of us are in a good mood and I do not need anything adding to my drama.
She eyes the v*pe with a smirk as I take another hit. “You know Edward’s going to have a stoke if he sees you with that.”
“Good.” I mutter. “Maybe it’ll finally get him to shut up.”
Isa’s face falls slightly. No matter how much she tries to act otherwise; I know she still cares for Edward even after everything he did to our family.
“So,” she continues breaking the awkward silence. “When are you going to begin the plan?”
The plan.
I groan running a hand through my hair. I have clearly told Isa over and over that I am not going ahead with her petty plan but she has refused to listen.
I get up to my feet and Isa does the same her eyebrows raised.
“Let’s go then. I’ll give you an answer there.”
The ride home is pretty quiet, I keep my eyes shut and I hear Isa tell our driver to go slowly because I’m asleep.
But she has no idea the kind of thoughts are going through my mind, threatening to consume every inch of me.
And I can definitely say none of them revolve around the word good.
Immediately the car comes to a halt, I get down and Isa follows.
She stops as though she is waiting for the reply, I promised her but I just brush past her and head for the stairs calling behind me. “Wait here.”
I come to a halt in front of Raelynn’s room. The door partially open. Of course, she did not lock the door. Rookie mistake.
I push open the door and step in. the room is dark, the only light coming from the lamp by her bed side. She sits on her bed her legs crossed and a novel in her hand.
“You should lock your door,” I murmur and she stiffens at the sound of my voice. “It keeps the monsters out.”
“Grayson, I know it’s you?”
A smirk spreads on my lips as I shut the door with a small click and I walk towards her with slow deliberate strides. “Glad to know I left an unforgettable first impression.”
“More like a bad headache.” She snaps her voice steady though over the light reflecting on her from her lamp I can see the unease in her eyes. “Just tell me why you’re even here.”
“I’m here to give you a chance sunshine.”
She scoffs like I’m some delusional kid and my eyes narrow. “And what exactly is that chance?”
I move without warning, gripping her ankle and pulling her legs off the bed so she is facing me. A startled shriek leaves her lips as she catches herself, hands digging into the sheets.
I lean in, caging her in with my hands on either side of her. Her breath hitches as my lips brush against her ear.
“Run,” I whisper. “Run as far as you can. Take your mom with you. Get the f**k out of our lives.”
The room is silent. Her fingers clutch the sheets tightly. For a moment, I think I’ve gotten to her.
Then she lifts her chin, eyes burning with quiet defiance.
“I’m not going anywhere, Grayson,” she says. “It’s time you accept that.”
I straighten, my jaw ticking as I glare at her. For a second, I consider saying something, anything to wipe that fire from her eyes.
But instead, I turn and walk out without another word.
Isa is waiting for me by the stairs, her lips curling into a satisfied smirk the moment she sees the anger etched across my face.
I let out a frustrated groan, pushing past her as I mutter, “Let’s do it.”
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