strings | Grayson Dolan

eight

Samantha's POV

Leaving my mothers home with tears streaming down my face makes me feel weak. But still i don't feel at all remorseful for any of the words that i hoped hit her at least a little. I am going to have to figure out a permanent home soon but until then i will just park my car somewhere and re wear the few outfits i have with me, but there is no way in hell i am stepping back into that house.

I decide to cool off and take a walk after i park my car in an empty parking lot not too far from the little park that i am so fond of. I dont know why that rusty children's playground brings me so much joy. i cant even explain it, nothing in my life is constant, i have no structure and i feel like this park gives me a sense of familiarity and it almost feels like how a home would feel. I never did consider my mothers house a home, it was never clean, i never felt welcome, I was only allowed to have a certain amount of stuff there because she said it makes her claustrophobic having all of my "unnecessary" belongings there.

I didnt realize that that wasn't everyones "normal" because it was always mine and i didnt know any different until i got to middle school and started going to friends houses and seeing their nicely decorated bedrooms and family dining room where they all would eat together; as a family. It was so strange to me, the thought of eating together as a family, but i grew so fond of the idea and became infatuated with the thought of having a family like all of my friends. I would lay awake in my bed with my eyes closed picturing myself in a dress sitting at a long dining room table with a woman at the head and a man at the end. I would call them mommy and daddy and they would call me sammy, i would pretend that that was my real life and my reality was a dream. My favorite part of the day used to be laying in bed, not asleep, but not awake, that became my normal after pretending for so long.

Sitting on this swing for what feels like the thousandth time makes me feel like I'm at home and without realizing it i begin to picture the boy, Grayson, sitting on the swing next to me holding my hand and telling me that he will always protect me. I know it is ridiculous but i cant help it, basically my whole life i have lived in an alternate universe that i had created for myself and that is the only reason i am here today. I dont want to let go of that but i have to. I am no longer a young naive child that needed an escape, i am an adult that needs to get her shit together.

I stand up and walk back to my car, going to drive to a hotel. I have saved up about $700 because i guess i always knew i was going to run away.

Grayson's POV

"We need to leave now!" I yell and grab Ethan by his bicep, dragging  him to the opposite side of the gym from where the bullets sounded. We go out of the opposite doors and run up the fire escape towards the roof. Once we reach the top of the building we run to the edge and evaluate the low ground. There was a truck pulled up to the front with a guy in the bed pointing a gun at the entrance to the gym. The truck was accompanied by a black van with a man pointing him gun toward the empty street. I look at Ethan and he looks flustered but stern.

"i have an idea."

a/n this was short asf bc i have exams all next week and its the end of the semester which means tests and projects are being crammed into my free time and im stressed asf and wayyy behind and i have an oral exam for Spanish tomorrow and im fucked but the good news is that after mid terms next week i get 2 weeks off of school so expect hella updates!! hope you liked the chapter love you bunches!!:)

peace out bitchezz🤑🤑🤑