strings | Grayson Dolan

two

*just warning u i havent edited this at all* dont hate

Sam's POV

"Get out!" My mom yells, pushing me back. I turn around crying, and quickly dash out of the house, through back door. It is currently 1:28 am. As I run through my backyard towards the path that leads to a small park, I hear something shatter in the distance. I start to walk and suddenly feel small droplets of water falling onto my nose. "Great." I mutter to myself as I pull the hood of my sweatshirt over my head. The rain continued to fall as it pounded onto the sidewalk. I breathe in the crisp, cool air, letting it fill my lungs as I stroll down the path. I let my feet carry me through the woods. The only sound that I can hear over the loud pounding of the rain is myself; my thoughts. My mind continues to think up unwanted thoughts as I make my way to the park, I'm trying my best to block them out. I can see the red swing set that was dimly lit from the street light across the street. I stare down at my feet as I walk down the dark sidewalk soon arriving at my desired destination, finally peace and quiet, aside from the constant sound of the rainfall.

Grayson's POV

I feel pressure on my arms as I try to continue striking the body beneath me. My arms attempt to launch themselves forward but are held back. I stop for a second to analyze the situation and solve my problem but I felt immense pressure on the back of my head. I blink a few times and stare confused at the blackness in front of me, I continue to blink rapidly until color starts to appear in my vision and someone seemed to press play because all of the sudden everything was in motion and a voice that sounded very far away was calling my name. "Grayson!" there it was again. My sight was returned, I don't have time to process the person holding me down but I swing anyway, knocking whoever it is to the ground. I jump on top of them and pull my arm back ready to punch but the voice sounded again, this time closer "Grayson, stop!" I finally focus in on them and the face seemed to have clicked in my head. I drop my arm to my side, my breathing out of control. "Ethan?" I breathe out. "What the fuck?" I whisper looking at him in disbelief. "I'm back." he states from his position against the wall trying to catch his breath while holding his jaw. I glance over and see my sister sitting on the stairs with no shirt on crying into her hands. I look to the other side of me and see a man laying on the floor unmoving, bloody and battered.

"What the fuck happened?" I question, not remembering anything.

"You obviously beat the shit out of someone. I don't know why I just got here and had to tear you off of him before you did something you would never be able to take back." He said sternly. The memories start to flood back when I follow his gaze back to Cameron.

I take a look around the room again and stood up jogging out the door. I can't take this, what have I done? i ask myself as I jog down the empty street. she's going to hate me for sure now. I promised it wouldn't happen and that i wouldn't involve her. What the fuck did I do?

The cool breeze mixed with the icy rain cooled my heated skin whilst I jog to nowhere in specific. I just need to clear my head. I see a broken lamp post next to a small public park, this park looks all too familiar. It's like deja vu but I don't know what from, it's almost like it was in a dream or something. I hold my gaze on the park but notice something I didn't seem to when I had first glanced at it. There was a girl. 

There was a girl sitting on one of the broken swings, staring right at me.

a/n ahh im sorry this chapter sux ass but the story will get much better soon. I hate making excuses but  i just dont have much time right now but don't you worry chapter 3 will be up on Saturday!:)

in other words

peace out bitches🤑