(Me toooooooo sObbing)
And texting me?
Grayson smiled slightly, glad that he wasn’t alone. Lee hissed angrily at his dad passing by, Grayson’s smile immediately disappearing. “No no no Lee! Shut up, he’s going to kill you!” He whispered urgently. His dad stopped and sighed, unlocking the door and tossing Lee into the room.
Grayson waited until the door was locked again to scoop up Lee and kiss him all over his head, much to his annoyance.
(aaa! yayyy he’s got Lee now)
yep, I don’t fall asleep easily. Might as well not be bored. Instead if changing apps, she stayed on Messages, looking at the G on his profile picture. She should get an actual photo of him sometime. He would look really good as a portrait photo in the shadows, maybe a really cool silhouette.
(Lol Yeah I couldn’t keep them separate much longer)
Grayson stood up with Lee and was instantly hit with a wave of dizziness. He stumbled around for a second before sitting down on his bed with a sigh.
True. I don’t fall asleep easily either, but it’s my favorite part of the day.
He set Lee down, who curled up on his pillow.
And my cat’s asleep on my pillow, so…
(Awe lol)
Does that mean you have to stop texting me? If so, goodnight! I’ll text you tomorrow. She felt the little pangs of sleep make her eyelids grow heavy. She should probably get up to get dressed and brush her teeth, but, the motivation to do that just didn’t seem to be there. With peaceful contentment of making a new friend, Jasmine drifted asleep with her phone beside her.
Yeah, I’ll text you tomorrow
Grayson sighed and sat down next to the window, gazing out at the night sky and eventually falling asleep.
(When should we skip to?)
(It’s up to you. Is there anything specific you want to do with Jass?)
(Hmmm Maybe we could skip to after school when they’re texting and she opens up to him)
(Yeah that sounds good! Do you want to start?)
(Sure!)
Jasmine opened the door to her room after school. Her expression was tight with emotion and tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. A rough day at school coupled with her parents grounding her for coming home so late last night made for an all around bad day. But she had no idea of the hell her new friend went through next door. She collapsed in her bed with her phone and decided to text Greyson, Hey, How was your day today?
Grayson was laying on the floor with Lee laying on his back.
Long and boring, but better now. You?
He rest his head back onto the floor, tempted to search his room again for some sort of painkiller for his head.
pretty rough day she texted back, suppressing a whimper so her parents wouldn’t hear. If they heard her crying they would want to talk, and she didn’t want to talk about it. At least not with them right now.
Are you okay? do you want to talk about it?
Grayson frowned, wondering if her rough day had anything to do with the girls she mentioned the other day.
Only if you want to hear about it she sniffed, pulling her pillow closer against herself. She ran the whole day through her mind again just in case he said yes:
If it’ll make you feel better, then yes I want to hear.
Grayson picked up Lee and climbed up onto his bed, wincing slightly. He sat down in the window and glanced over to Jasmine’s house, wondering which room was hers.
Jasmine took in a shaky breath as she typed the summary of went on at school that day, Okay, so a earlier this year I dated this guy who was pretty much an outsider and didn’t have a very good reputation at the school. I got to know him and all the things they say he did were completely untrue. Things got pretty bad when some of the other kids found out we were dating. He’s gone now, he moved or something, and I lost contact a couple weeks back, but I learned today there’s a rumor going around that I’m pregnant.
(That makes me mad and she’s not even real)
I want to help, but I don’t know your school or the people or how it works. Please tell me how I can help Jass
Grayson sighed and shook his head, feeling horrible since he couldn’t be there for her.
(hhh I knowww me too)
I don’t think there’s much you can, I just need someone to talk to, she texted back, then added in another message, dont tell anyone.
:(
then I’ll be here as long as you need me. And don’t worry about the telling people part, there’s no chance of that happening
Thank you so much, Greyson she sighed shakily, do you think you or I could visit the other’s house today?
no problem.
Well..I’m kind of locked in my room for the time being so probably not.. He replied regretfully.
Jasmine blinked, quite confused as to why if he was grounded he would be locked in his room. What about eating? Oh…what if you have to go to the bathroom? Her own issues seemed minuscule now that she was worried about Greyson, Are you okay?
Theres a bathroom attached to my room. And I’m fine. I’m used to it. Grayson sent the message, realizing a minute later that being used to it wasn’t very reassuring.
Jasmine’s frown grew heavier, Oh geez..is there anything I can do? She toyed the idea of calling her dad up. He was a detective, maybe he could help? My dad could help
No. no, it’s fine. Don’t drag anyone into this please
Grayson laid back, closing his eyes momentarily. There was a part of him that would love to get out of this house, but he had nowhere to go.
But are you hurt? Jasmine sat up. He told her he didn’t want anyone else involved, but if he was gettin hurt…
He did respect her wishes about telling no one else her issues, but..was this different?
specify “hurt”
Lee pawed at his head, signaling that he wanted to be fed. Grayson got up and got out his food, he kept everything for Lee in his room, and filled a bowl for him.
physically hurt with bruises? she stared up at her door. Sure, she wasn’t on as good terms with her parents right now, but at least she could trust them. Greyson might not be as lucky, and she desperately wanted to help him. But would making a big deal about it make it worse?
okay I know you’re trying to help but don’t see how asking me if I’m hurt has anything to do with it
That was a lie. He knew if they found out his dad hurt him they could arrest him and he could leave.
If you have visible marks and bruises then there is proof that you’re being abused. I’m worried she texted back, only getting more concerned.
