Chapter 47My eyelids parted open and I had to put a hand above my face to block the sunlight. I felt firm arms around me and I looked to my side to see Dean, his eyes shut, his lips slightly apart and his breathing steady. Memories from last night came flooding in my mind and a small smile creeped on my face while I sat there, admiring how beautiful he looked asleep.I smiled and kissed his forehead, "I love you too."I slipped out of his grasp, being careful not to wake him. After putting on Dean's black V-neck which ended mid-thigh, I threw a coat on my body and walked out of the room.The house was still quiet, like everyone else was asleep. I made my way downstairs, wandering around the place as I took time to admire the Christmas decorations for once since I came here. I came across their swimming pool and I made my way towards it, sliding the door open and walki
Chapter 48A new year.I always had this bittersweet nostalgic feeling whenever a new year came around. It always made me remember.It made me remember what it was like for me that very period 365 days ago, it made me grateful for life and the people around me, it made my heart fill up with joy, knowing that I had grown into a better person than who I was before.The new year felt good and I couldn't be happier.I enjoyed the rest of the little break I had left and headed back to Santa Clara when school commenced again. A lot of time had gone in the new year and January was almost over. School work had already started eating up my time because if I wasn't learning, I was studying. I just really wanted to be focused on good grades.My Dad and I had also been talking a lot now. He liked to call me his second therapist. He'd say that talking to me about everything he
Chapter 49Chapter 49"You disappeared last night." Chris said to me immediately I walked into our living room."I bet you already know why I did." I said, giving me a pointed look. "Why didn't you tell me about Dean's nightmares getting worse?"He looked at the TV and let out a sigh, "It wasn't my shit to say."I ran a hand through my hair."How's he holding up though?" Chris asked, looking genuinely concerned."From what I saw last night," I sighed, "not good.""That really sucks, you know?"I leaned on the wall, "Dean asked me to move in with him."I expected Chris to be a lot of things, but not excited.He stood u
Chapter 50I had successfully moved into Dean's penthouse.Chris helped us to move and unpack the boxes and he made sure we agree on hanging out at least twice a week. I had been living with Dean for about a week now and I had to admit, it was pretty fucking awesome. Although sometimes I forget that I now live with him and drive all the way to Chris' apartment only to remember that I no longer live there.That occurred twice this week.Living with Dean Jason Ryan in his glorious penthouse was better than I had imagined. He looks after me any chance he gets, always making sure I'm comfortable. Plus, me and Dean in one house equals goofy events and staying up late.But not too late.My baby
Chapter 51"Dean!" I called out for him but he kept moving like he wasn't even hearing anything I was saying."Dean!" Chris and I called out again in unison but that didn't stop him from walking away, his strides long and an evidence of his anger.I didn't even know how to feel. I was feeling a lot of things. I felt angry, I felt a strong wave of inner peace that Dean did what I ought to have done a year ago and I felt mad… at everything.I practically jogged over to catch up with Dean and pulled him back, "Would you fucking stop?!""What?!" He shouted in my face. In the realization that he had, he ran a hand through his hair and lowered his tone. "What, Grace?!""What the hell was that for, Dean?!""That guy is a bastard that deserves to sufferslowlyfor what he did to you!""That happened a fucking year ago,
Chapter 52A month had passed since the whole Tyler incident. It took a lot in me to forgive Dean for the way he reacted and the mess that followed right after, but I did. I sincerely did. Tyler hadn't bothered me since then, he hadn't tried to reach out to me or communicate with me in any way, and that, I was happy about.The thought of Dean's mother totally despising me still bothered my thoughts every once in a while, but I had learned to live with it. Dean kept telling me not to let it bother me and I have tried to.We had a less than a week to go before we head back home for spring break and I couldn't have been happier because Stanford University was set out to end my fucking life! I barely had time for myself or anyone because I was too buried in school work to think about anything else because believe it or not, my education means everything to me. I personally beli
Chapter 53"Happy birthday Christian!" Dean, Uncle Stanley, Aunt Karen and I shouted in unison as soon as he walked into the living room.A week had passed by and everyone had headed back home for Spring break. I, for one, felt genuinely happy and excited to be back in L.A. to see my family. It felt like so many years had passed since I had seen them and it felt very good to finally do so again. I truly missed them. Mom and Dad had never failed to call, Tommy and I had texted whenever we got the chance to but with school stress and all, time had never felt enough for anything. And did it make me joyous be off from the stress of school and finally be back with the other people I really cared about, even if it was just for less than two weeks."Aww!" Chris wiped a fake tear off his eyes. "You guys are so sweet. Thank you!""My little boy's all grown up." Karen sniffed an
Chapter 54"Grace, where are you?!" I heard my mother shout from the entryway. "We're all ready to go."Saturday had rolled by fast and so had Stanley and Karen's charity function. I walked out of the kitchen and into the entryway to see my father, mother and little brother dressed up formally and they all looked really good. My mother was dressed in a white off-the-shoulder pencil dress. Her hair was packed up in a neat ponytail and the makeup highlighted on her face was absolutely gorgeous, she had a black clutch in hand to match her black stilettos. My father and brother on the other hand were both dressed in matching tuxedos."Aww," I smiled at them. "You guys look soooo good."They all shared confused looks."Gracie, why aren't you ready yet?" My mother asked.I had gotten my makeup and hair done but I was still putting on a bathrobe and flip