Micah Grayson has had a dark cloud over him since the day he was born. His parents said he was their bad luck. After getting himself into a slew of trouble over the years he wounded up in a mental health facility for his ongoing problematic behavior...
Walking up the side walk with blue on his leash Micah finished his cigarette before flicking it.
"Hurry yo ass up and shit lil nigga. Been out here twenty minutes pissing in people yard. If you shit on my floor yo mama gone be a sad motherfucker." Micah stressed to Blue who wasn't phased by his threats.
The little dog had gotten use to Micah's attitude and aggressive tone.
Once Blue handled his business he and Micah reinterred Jess's house. Bending down Micah unsnapped Blue's leash before picking him up.
"Micah can you come into the den when you're settled?" His grandma said coming out of the kitchen.
Scoffing Micah just stared at her confused as to why she thought she could talk to him.
"I'm cool on that." He said making his way up the stairs with blue.
He knew Jess wasn't home and he really didn't have time for his grandmother's bullshit. He didn't know where his grandpa was but he was sure he was somewhere minding his business as usual.
"Micah please I just want to speak to you. A civilized conversation between a grandmother and her favorite grandson." Lilian spoke causing Micah to laugh.
"Bit- lady please. I ain't up to bullshit with you today." Micah stressed.
"No bullshit today." Lilian spoke listing her hands in surrender at the bottom of the stairs.
Eyeing her skeptically Micah smirked snd nodded not believing her for one second, but agreeing anyway.
Entering his room Micah let Blue down before removing his hoodie and throwing it into his dirty clothes hamper. Removing his shoes he put them back in their designated area in his closet before making his way to shower.
It had been two weeks since he'd killed Peyton and disposed of his body parts. The first couple of days of him missing was chill. Going into the second week is when things started getting tight. The police were flooding the school asking questions and trying to get answers to where he could be.
Micah wasn't worried so he didn't make it his business to stress over a lost cause.
Getting out of the shower Micah admired his reflection in the mirror.
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Opening the medicine cabinet he decided to take his medication. He could feel himself losing control and he didn't like it. Swallowing the pills whole he splashed some water on his face before licking his lips.
He could hear Blue barking at the door and he smacked his lips. Although Micah talked bad to him Blue always wanted to be in his face. He was just a baby.
"Shut yo punk ass up." Micah hollered causing Blue to stop his barking and lay in front of the bathroom door.
Once Micah finished up in the bathroom he opened the door causing Blue to shoot up and follow behind him as he walked into the room.
