It was surprising what a little moment can do to a friendship.
After that day, I started to stay at Grayson's house frequently, mainly the days that Martha was at her house. It was awkward at first, but Grayson made sure to slowly acclimate me.
He let me stay in his room, although I refused many times at first.
Even though he was the one who asked me to stay at his house, I still felt like a burden, so I did most of the house work and cooked.
We were coming home from my work when Grayson remembered that he had to pick up his pay from the gym he was working at. He decided to go alone and dropped me off at his house.
"I'll be back in around 30 minutes, so you can do whatever you want till then."
I smiled and nodded at him while he was leaving. I went inside the house and decided to cook dinner.
I took out the spaghetti noodles and the tomato sauce. While cooking, I also turned on the T.V. to watch random shows.
Towards the end of my cooking I heard the front door opening.
Thinking that it was Grayson, I turned around and started to greet him. I paused midway when I didn't see Grayson, and instead saw a rougher and older looking Grayson with brown eyes, not his silver eyes.
"Oh... hello. Who are y-" I was cut off when the man trudged his way towards me with a slight sway.
As he grew closer, I could smell and see alcohol radiating off of him. I tried to be polite and not cover my nose, but the stench was overpowering.
"Who the fuck are you?" He slurred out his question.
"I-I'm Elisa. Grayson's friend." I fearfully stuttered out.
He laughed like I said the funniest joke ever and that caused his pungent breath to increase in smell.
"Grayson's friend? That boy? You ain't his friend, you're probably one of his bitches." His scratchy voice told me in a hostile tone.
"N-no I-I'm his friend. I'm not what you-you said I am." I was beyond scared now.
The man was inches away from and I tried to look for an escape route. Before I could move, his hand shot out and caught my arm in a vice-like grip. Pain blossomed from my wrist and I tried to pull away.
"Bet he's okay with sharing." He started to drag me out of the kitchen.
I started to scream for help and tried to grasp onto anything.
Out of nowhere, the man stopped pulling and his grip disappeared from my wrist. Instinctively, I pulled my arm back and cradled the throbbing area.
I looked up and saw Grayson standing over his father. He looked at me, but I couldn't see half of his face because the living room was dark. Half of his face was illuminated by the glaring T.V. and half of it was dark from the lack of light.
He had an emotionless look on his face, but the look still made me shiver from fear of what he would do. Grayson looked back down at the man and dragged him by the collar of his shirt.
He dragged him all the way outside the front door and closed it behind him. Even through the thick walls, I could hear the damage that Grayson was dealing to the man.
Towards the end of the beating, all I could hear is the man groaning and Grayson landing one last blow.
He came back inside and roughly pulled open the freezer. The sound startled me and I couldn't force myself to look at him.
Grayson pulled my arm away from my chest and placed an icepack on it. It was silent between us and I didn't know what to say.
"I-I," I cleared my throat, "who was that?"
Grayson was quiet for a while, "My father. I-I didn't know he was going to come home. I'm sorry."
I shook my head, "It's not your fault. Are you okay?" I eyed his bloody knuckles.
He scowled and said in an angry tone, "It is my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone here."
I sighed and went to the kitchen to wet a towel for his hand. I came back to the living room and guided him to the couch.
I took his hand into my lap and started to gently clean it. As I was cleaning his hand, he kept staring intently at my wrist.
I pursed my lips, "I'm seriously okay. The worst that will come out of it is a small bruise."
"I feel like bad things have happened to both of us everyday from the time we first talked to each other." I tried not to feel hurt by his comment, but I couldn't help but feel sadness.
"So, are you saying that you-you don't want to be my friend anymore? Because-" Grayson cut me off with an odd look on his face.
"That's not what I'm saying at all. Why don't we order takeout?"
I nodded my head but still felt a bit uneasy about both the ordeal and his comment.
It was less cold outside, so Grayson and I decided to sit outside in our area. Because I cooked for Grayson now, we were each able to have our own sandwiches.
Our conversation was its usual, with me talking, but Grayson added more comments than when we first started.
At the end of the day, we were both walking out of school together to go home.
As we were going to his car, a girl stopped us and grasped onto Grayson's arm. She looked like an angel and her smile was breathtaking. Her long, black hair was silky smooth and I was a bit envious of her figure.
"Grayson! How are you?" Her voice alluded confidence and warmness.
I looked over at Grayson to see the same expressionless face as always, but I also saw a hint of shock and recognition flicker in his eyes.
"Vivian. When did you come back?" He said in a curt tone.
"Last week. I moved back into my mom's house. I wanted to find you and apologize about what happened before I left." She replied back with regret in her voice, "Can we talk? There's a cafe around here and it sells the best drinks and pastries."
Grayson responded to the stunning girl with an impassive voice, "I can't. We have to go home."
She replied with unease, "We?"
Vivian looked at me with curiosity and something else.
"Hello," she smiled at me, but it didn't reach her eyes, "are you Grayson's girlfriend?"
I blushed deeply, "No! No, I'm just his friend."
"Oh, and you live together?"
I was about to reply to her, but Grayson intervened and sharply said, "That's none of your business."
Her smiled faltered and her eyes casted downwards, "Grayson, I know nothing will justify my actions, but I want to explain myself. Can we talk sometime this week? I promise that I won't bother you at all after."
Grayson hesitated for a while, "I'll think about it."
After that, Grayson pulled me to his car and we left the parking lot with Vivian standing exactly where she was with unshed tears.
Who was she?
And most importantly,
Who was she to Grayson?
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Elisa Moore is an extremely naive and gullible teenage girl. After losing her parents and living with her Aunt, she hasn't ever made a true friend. Until she meets Grayson Davis in her hidden location...smoking. Grayson Davis isn't naive or gullible...