Alone

Chapter 34

Warning: This chapter contains abuse and violence.

"Greyson?" I whispered softly, scared to break the tranquility that we were in. "What was your childhood like?" I uttered absentmindedly as I gazed up at the infinite stars that littered the ebony sky.

I don't know what impelled me to ask him that. Maybe it was because I just wanted to hear his voice and know everything about him.

"My childhood?" He questioned, still looking at the illuminated sky.

I hummed in response, turning my attention to him and watching him.

"It wasn't the greatest. My parents died in a car crash when I was very little. My siblings and I were put into the system where we were ultimately separated. I jumped from one house to another until I was eighteen and then I was left to fend for myself."

My heart ached at the thought of a small Greyson being abandoned. He never spoke about his family, but I didn't think his childhood was so traumatic. But still he managed to remain strong.

I had a slight idea of how the foster system worked. I considered it to be a miracle if a child got out of the system without being traumatized.

He gripped my hand, brought it to his lips and gave it a small peck before letting it rest on his chest again.

"I was homeless for quite sometime, often going hungry for days or just living off whatever I could get. But one day, a stranger, out of pity, at the state I was in offered me a job. I don't know why he did, or what he saw in me, but I hated the pity I saw in his eyes."

I understood where he was coming from, life was so fucking hard.

"My pride was why I didn't accept his offer, I naively thought I could figure it out. Fortunately, he left me his card and told me to contact him when I changed my mind. A few weeks later, when I was starving and had almost given up on life, I remembered him and called him up. Thankfully, his offer still stood and he gave me the job."

A few tears slipped out on hearing his story, he had unquestionably come a long way since then and I admired him for his strength.

"I'm glad you did what you did because then you wouldn't be here, with me."

He turned to look at me; the intensity in his eyes ignited a chill throughout my body. 

"Did you ever find your siblings after that?"

"No."

My heart pinched at the thought of Greyson not just losing his parents, but also his siblings.

There was a pause in our conversation and I couldn't help, but tell him the truth.

"Grey, I think I might be falling for you." The words slipped out easily, like it was meant to be. Everything was so easy with him; life was easy.

"I just want you to know that I'm in it for the long haul, but I come with my own demons and I don't need you to add to them." I said honestly, letting him know what I wanted from him.

He studied my face before leaning in and closed the distance between us. The kiss was different from the one we shared, it was filled with yearning, passion, fervor and whatever he couldn't convey with words was conveyed through this kiss.

My heart was pounding in my chest; my hands were sweaty and my knees were weak, but that was the least of my concerns. 

His lips moved against mine in sync, his hand was placed on the back of my neck holding me in place while my hands travelled through his soft hair, tugging on the strands eliciting a groan from him. I pulled back from the lack of oxygen in my lungs.