Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Grayson

I felt so stupid. Poppy was nearly assaulted last night and if Belle didn't see it, who knows what could have happened? And I felt guilty. I broke up with Poppy to protect her, but now I realized that the best way to protect her was by being with her. If we were still together last night, I wouldn't have let Poppy be alone so in a way, it was my fault. I was trying to protect her from Dedrick but the real threat to her was Ben.

"Grayson," Mom said. Our family was having an early dinner together, something I didn't want. Mom and Ginny were still at our house, even though it had been a week. "You barely touched your food. Are you okay?"

"Why should you care?" I asked. "You left, remember?"

"Grayson," Dad snapped.

Mom sighed. "I get that you're mad..."

"Mad?" I repeated. "Being mad is understating it. Really understating it."

The phone in the kitchen rang, giving Dad an excuse to stand up from the table and mutter something about me being a brat.

"Hello?" Dad answered