My Kind of Grey

31: No

Are you guys enjoying so far? I feel like I'm
making this so fast i'm so sorry if you feel that way too.

Tw: violence

Writing this at 3 Am EXHAUSTED.

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2 Months later.

Averys pov:

Greyson and I have been sneaking around together for the past two whole months. We have both been working to get his money for Lionel.

Lionel stopped by the other day to show me pictures of my mother. Lionel told me he has not heard from or about Elliot since the alleyway with Greyson, which is strange.

So far Greyson needs to pay one hundred thousand more, don't ask me how he did it so quickly. But I think he did illegal stuff...

Yea obviously he did.

He had to have it due by May 5th, which is in one month exactly.

Greyson has been flowering me with gifts. Randomly too. He made a random person show up at my door and sing me happy birthday (it wasn't even my birthday by the way).

He's also been writing me notes and poems almost everyday. Everyone has been hanging at my house recently so Elliot, if he's even still alive, won't catch on.

"You guys are all so stupid. No one wants to play just dance when you're not wasted!" Maddy yells as she dances with the vodka bottle.

"She's right!" Garrett yells taking a swig, I grab the bottle and chug it until Greyson rips it out of my hands.

"No more." He shakes his head handing it back to Garrett who shrugs and says a little sorry with a sad face.

"FINE!" Izzy yells grabbing it pouring down her throat and then almost gagging from it. She doesn't drink much, I think it's because her parents are major alcoholics. That's why she's never home.

"Let's dance!" I scream grabbing Greyson, Izzy and Eli.

We all laugh and dance to Just Dance by Lady Gaga.

-12 hours later-

Damn. I have a massive headache. I slowly open my eyes and see i'm in a dark room. What the hell?

Where am I?

"Hello?!" I call out but nothing. I try sitting up but something is restraining me, "Someone help me!"

"Got a screamer on us, don't we? Hello, Cullen." I hear the familiar voice say, I open my eyes completely to be faced with my, well he's my grandfather but ain't no way he's getting that title.

"Hey papa." I send a mean glare at him, I see the little pause in his actions, ha! He didn't know I knew.

"Be careful with your words, lives are on the line." He picks up a remote changing the screen to-

Oh. My. God. Is that Greyson? He's tied to a chair as men stand around him with different objects hitting him.

"Why are you doing this! I'm not my mother Elliot!" I scream trying to sit up but i'm held down. I shake my legs trying to move.