Broken Strings

Chapter 4: What's wrong with me?

This is going to all be in Greyson's point of view so here we are. It might be terrible because I've never written in a boys pov but I'm taking the chance.

Greyson's Pov:

What the fuck just happened? Why did I wait until Sienna would be finished with her music class and eventually end up at her locker? I just wasted my time for HER. And especially after this morning. Who does she think she is. I get it, she's the most popular girl in our school. Ughh, why can't she just be one of those bitchy and fake girls who always to try sleep with all the lads who are even remotely popular. But no, Sienna has to be nice. It's just the way she is I guess (even though I know nothing about her what so ever). And I hate it. I hate it because I want to know more about her.

Driving home to my so-called drunk of a mother is just great. I mean it. I just love going home and to top it all off she mentally and physically abuses me. I can't fight back either. I wish I could but I can't. She's still my mother even if she does abuse me I could never do that to her. I don't think I can ever hurt the only family I have left. While parking my car I silently pray that she's asleep. I walk in as quietly as possible and notice that she's passed out on the couch so I can rush upstairs into my room while trying to stay quiet. It worked which was a relief. Locking my door I throw my bag near my desk and plop myself on my bed. I stare up at my dark grey ceiling while in deep thought about todays events.

What did I say to make her cry? And seeing her cry, why did it affect me so much? I don't even know her. The only people I care about are my little sister and my friends. I can't care for anyone else never mind someone I don't know. But she was so vulnerable in that moment. Watching her slide down that locker and bring her face into her knees with a tear stricken face. It made me want to hold her close to me and never let go. But why? That's all could think about. Why? Why do I care for someone who I don't know? Why Did she cry? Why did she look as if I was the last person to break down her already crumbling wall? Why does it look like she's just putting up a facade for everyone else and I was the first person to see a glimpse into her real and unfiltered self? Maybe because I did. It breaks me. It's like a little piece of me had been torn off. I may act cold and heartless but I have my own reasons. Even if that isn't in anyway justified. But again all I could think about was why? That bloody word that won't get out of my fucking head and I can't stop picturing how she looked. Still undeniably beautiful in all her sadness and....grieving?? No one can do that. No one can look that beautiful while in sorrow. Sorrow. Shit. I really am a prick aren't I.

I tried pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind as I decided all I needed was a shower. I stripped off my clothes and felt the hot, steaming water pour heavily against my back. It burned but at least it helped with forgetting about Sienna or so I thought. it didn't ( shocker I know), she just came right back into my train of thoughts again. I threw my head back while letting out a disgruntled sigh.

" I can't take this anymore! Ughhh." I shouted. I needed something to get her off my mind for good. I called up one of the girls from our school and went to her when she gladly took up on my offer.

It was now 11:39. I just got home and up to bed. I let darkness consume me with Sienna still fresh in my mind. All I need now is find out what happened to her . I'll do whatever it takes no matter the consequences. Why she's like this? Her life story. I Greyson Steele will help this girl who is clearly broken even if she doesn't want me too. All I need to do now is become the detective I know I can be. I'll have to be subtle, I can't have her finding out what I'm trying to do. I'll need to find out about her. I will figure out why she is the way she was with me after school........all vulnerable and broken. I swear by it.

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I'm sorry this was probably terrible but I tried my best.