Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE SWITCH: 100 DAYS OF ME AND YOU : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Grayham’s POVI stayed in the dark for hours, unable to sit on the stained floor or lean against the sticky wall. I’m not sure if this cell is ever cleaned because it stinks.I’ve heard of people being crouched in cells, especially prison cells. I’m just glad I was the only one remanded in this particular police cell. Nevertheless, I was still trying to keep up with the smell of bodies that had been there.I’m not sure what time it was but I could tell that it was noon. I’ve been in here for hours and right now, I could see gold patterns reflecting on the floor. They were evidence of the sunlight being filtered by the only window.When the officer cuffed both my hands earlier. He dragged and shoved me into his car like I was some criminal and then he drove straight here.His colleagues had then pulled me out of the car and laughed. He told them I was a crazy youth who wanted to lay my hands on him. He didn’t even tell them what I saw him doing. I wasn’t expecting him to do so anyway a

Grayham’s POVWhen I walked into the living room, I didn’t waste a moment there. I just aimed for the staircase and marched straight to my chamber. I heard Mile’s feet clicking right after me.I got to my door, gave it a slight push, and then walked in.My eyes lit up and my heart leaped for joy. For some reason, I had a feeling that Miles was going to tamper with my room but nothing changed.I moved to the window, parted the curtains, and looked down at the lit city. I love standing here with a cup of coffee in my hand and just staring down at the city.My PS5 station was intact and my closet seemed well arranged. Normally, I’d ruffle the closet when picking an outfit and when the cleaners come to take care of my room, they’ll fix it. I’m sure Miles wasn’t giving them much trouble. He seems like a proper guy.I turned around and saw him standing by the door, his arms folded across his chest. He immediately looked away, preventing our eyes from meeting.I can’t believe I’ve lived in t

Grayham’s POVImmediately after I dashed out of the mansion, I boarded a cab to the hospital. The driver sped all through and in a few minutes, I was running toward the entrance.Weeks ago, if I was told that I’d be running helter-skelter for a stranger, I wouldn’t agree but now, I can’t believe I’m going crazy because of Alex.I hurried past the reception and then got to his private room. I opened the door but Alex was not there. The room was empty.I stepped out in confusion and was about to charge toward the doctor’s office when I saw him coming toward me. I hurried to meet him.“Where is he?” I demanded the moment I reached the doctor.He sighed and immediately turned around. “Come with me.” He said and began walking toward his office. “Your father was just transferred to the ICU.” The doctor supplied.“What?” We both stopped. “ICU?”The doctor shook his head. “I’m very sorry, Miles but right now, he’s in a critical condition. Earlier, we detected movements from his monitor and we

Mile’s POVWith my knees glued to the floor, I turned around and saw Grayham looking at me with the tail of his left eye.I turned away from him. Right now, I just wanted to tear off my clothes and yell.When people talk about carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, I used to think they were exaggerating misery or responsibility but right now, I was already having a glimpse of what it takes to carry the kind of weight that no one would understand or extend a helping hand to.My dad was gone!Nobody is coming to save me. I lifted my head and caught Grayham towering above me. At this point, I don’t mind if he thought I was a weakling for crying this much.I had just lost the person that mattered to me the most. I was alone now.I proceeded to wipe my tears with the edge of my palm while avoiding Grayham’s gaze.“I’m sorry.” He said after breathing a heavy sigh.I turned to him and I could bet that he had shed a tear because his eyes said so.Was he acting up? I can’t trust

Grayham’s POVI tossed from one edge of the bed to another, trying to fall asleep but sleep evaded me. If I believed in ghosts, I would have said that Alex was haunting me for playing the ideal son poorly.With my back glued to the bed, I stationed both hands on my tummy and gazed at the rotten ceiling. I was so used to looking at it now to the extent that the sight no longer abhors me.I immediately turned around. Or maybe, it abhors me. I’m just trying to keep up.I spent the whole night unable to fall asleep and since I had no plans of opening the café soon, I decided to stay in bed this morning.I wasn’t hungry neither was I satiated. I was feeling in between. Imagine being stuck in this house playing the role of a dead man’s son to the extent that it was starting to feel real.I sighed and decided to go to the couch. Maybe, I’d be able to fall asleep there.I got to the couch and curled up. A few moments later, my eyes began to shut. I threw the blanket around myself and wondered