More drama in the Grey Household! Thank you for everything. I'm thinking of the next chapter being from Christian's POV so we can him react to the crash, and deal with his son. What do you guys think? And how do you think he should handle this?
My vision is blurry when I wake up. I look around me and see Keegan next to me, there's a gash on his forehead. Out of the window I can see smoke coming from the car bonnet. The car is smashed into a tree. Keegan's brother is sitting in the front, his head is leaning on the dashboard. I want to cry. My body aches and I'm scared, I'm so fucking scared. Then I see the flashing lights coming our way, and I can breathe easier.
"Keegan, wake up!" I nudge my friend and he stirs. He sits up properly next to me and opens his eyes.
"What the fuck happened?" He whispers, and I can see he's scared too.
I nod my head, telling him I didn't know. "Keegan, I think James is hurt" I signal towards the older boy in the front seat. Keegan jumps out of his seat and moves toward his brother through the spaces between the seats.
"James, are you okay?" His voice is quiet and I can see the tears dripping down his face.
James moves his arm and shoves his brother back. "I'm fine, sit back there you might be injured. Is Tommy okay?" I can't help but smile slightly at this. He's an older brother and he's always going to have a protective streak. Like most people in my life.
"I'm alright, what happened?" I ask him and he turns back around to face us.
"I swerved off the road into a tree. I'm sorry guys, I never meant for this to happen" He tells us sincerely with watery eyes. "Fuck we're all in so much trouble"
We see the ambulance workers walking towards us, followed by a cop. I lean back in my seat and groan in pain.
The reminder of the trouble we were in is not what I needed. Thinking back to the conversation I had with my Dad earlier made my mouth dry. He will kill me.
I knock on my Dad's office door before walking in. He only lets us go in if we knock first and I couldn't afford to piss him off today.
He looks up at me when I walk in with a small smile. "Thomas, what can I do for you?"
I move to sit in the seat in front of the desk. I lean my head on my hand and smile innocently at him. He watches me with an amused expression. "I know you want something, so tell me what it is" He orders with a raised eyebrow and I grin.
"So basically, Keegan's sister is having some friends over tonight and I really want to go. Keegan's brother will pick me up and drive me home, you know James. You said you liked him." I remind him that he did in fact say he liked James, as he's a good friend of my brother's.
"I did say that you're right. He's a good boy. But that doesn't mean I trust him to drive my 12 year old son to and from a party, where I'm assuming there will be alcohol?" He asks sternly and I already know I've lost this battle.
"No there won't be any alcohol, I swear Dad. Please let me go, I really want to" I beg but his expression doesn't change.
"Don't lie to me Thomas. I know there will be drinking and you're way too young for it. Ask me this in 6 years time. For now, the answer is no." He glares at me before going back to typing on his MacBook.
I'm not willing to give up yet. "Please Dad, please give me the chance to earn your trust"
He looks up at me though his long eyelashes with a hard look on his face. "I already said no. Now please, unless you have anything you want to talk about – I have work to do" He signals at the door and I sigh frustratingly.
"Thanks for nothing" I mutter on my way out.
"Watch your attitude" He yells after me. Son of a bitch.
I'm sitting on the hospital bed swinging my legs.I can see Keegan and James in the room over the hospital corridor. Their parents are with them and by the looks of it shouting. I know any second now my Mom and Dad will walk through the door and will most likely take it in turns strangling me.
The doctor said we were all lucky. None of us were seriously hurt and I wanted to tell him to wait until I get home but I didn't. Tonight was going to be the night my Dad flipped at me, I could tell. In all fairness I guess I shouldn't have sneaked out during the night. I guess I shouldn't have gone against his word. I guess I shouldn't have put myself at risk. But fuck him, it's my life.
"Mr Grey your son is in here" I hear a nurse instruct someone. Mr Grey? Where the fuck is my Mom? I don't want to be left alone with my Dad if he hates me!
A second later my Dad walks in. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. Very causal for him.
"Thomas" He almost shouts, walking up to me and grabbing my face in his hands. He assesses my body for injuries, holding up both my arms and scanning for any bruises and cuts. My cast is still on from when I fell down the stairs and I wanted to tell him the doctors do this for a living and they've already said it's only the cut on my face, but I decide against it. For some reason I don't think he'd find it funny.
"Are you okay? You don't feel dizzy or anything do you?" He asks quickly eyeing me. His look is so intense I have to look down.
"Dad, I'm fine really" I reassure him and his face changes into one of anger.
"You have gone too far tonight" He hisses and grabs me by the arm pulling me off the bed. He marches me to reception so he can discharge me.
"I would like my son to be discharged" He tells the nurse at the station "Thomas Grey"
"Oh yes, the police will need to interview him at some point this week but we can release him from the hospital now" She informs him and my face pales. Oh fuck. My Dad looks down at me confused then back at her.
"Why will he need to talk to the police? Has something happened to his friends?"
The nurse watches me for a second before turning back to my Dad with blushing cheeks, could she make it any more obvious she fancies him. "Mr Grey, your son has alcohol in his blood, and he is only 12 years old. His friend, the driver of the car was also driving with alcohol in his blood, that's why he needs to talk to the police"
My Dad flinches and I can tell he's about to freak out on me. "You have been drinking?" He asks eerily soft.
"Just a little, I swear Dad" I stutter slightly.
"I don't want to hear it" He hisses. I watch him sign my release papers, and give them his mobile number so the police could contact him. He grabs my arm tighter and drags me along. We get outside and I see Taylor waiting in the car. I glance at my Dad who glares.
"Get in" He pushes me into the back. As he climbs into the front. Not even looking at me.
The car journey is silent, and I can tell he's trying his hardest not to yell at me.
When we get home he pulls me out of the car and then drags me by my arm into the house. As soon as we open the door my Mom runs towards me and pulls me into a hug. She kisses my head and I try to pull away.
"Thomas, thank god you're okay" She mumbles then she looks at my Dad with a hesitant glance.
"What's wrong?" She asks him. He grabs my arm again and walks me toward the stairs.
"Our son is in serious trouble that's what's wrong" He snaps at her before pushing me slightly up the stairs "Go to bed. We'll talk in the morning"
I don't even bother replying. I can hear my parents talking as I go up. My Mom gasps when she finds out we had all been drinking. I go to sleep that night dreading the next morning.
I wake up with a headache, and I'm not sure if it's because of the crash or because I have a hangover. I look at my alarm and see its 10am. I thought my parents would've dragged me out of bed to shout at me by now but apparently they're being more considerate.
I pull on a pair of black Nike jogging bottoms and my white Henley t-shirt. Staring in the mirror I admire the cut down my cheek, it was stitched up by the doctors last night but it makes me look dam cool. Although, I'm not sure if anyone else would see it that way.
I walk downstairs quietly hoping to grab some juice and then go back up without anyone seeing me, but apparently today is not my day because when I walk into the kitchen my family, minus my Dad, are sitting around the table.
My sister runs at me when she hears me come in, she hugs me tightly, so tightly I think I can't breathe.
"Tommy, I'm so glad you're alright" She says with teary eyes. She's acting like I nearly died.
I return her hug before walking over to the fridge and pouring myself a glass of orange juice, noting my Mom hasn't even looked at me yet.
"Is it true James drove you home when he was drunk?" Teddy asks me. I could hear the anger in his voice. James was a good friend of his, and he trusted him.
I nod my head. "Nah Theo, I swear down he wasn't that drunk, he'd had a bit but not loads" I answer but it wasn't really the truth. James had drunk a lot, we all had.
"I'm going to kill him, and I'm going to kill you! What the hell are you playing at Tommy? You're 12 years old for Christ sake! You shouldn't even know what alcohol is!" Teddy shouts, getting right up in my face. Brilliant, I've hurt him too.
"No offence Theo, but I don't think it's up to you to lecture me" I mutter, annoyed that he's treating me like a little kid.
He grabs me by the front of my t-shirt and lifts me slightly so I'm closer to his eye-level. "It sure as hell is up to me Tommy! I'm your older brother so you better listen to me when I tell you not to drink again!"
"Teddy, that's enough. Let your brother go." My Mom orders tiredly, she still hasn't looked at me. I pull away from my Brother and move to sit next to her but she doesn't look up.
"Where's Dad?" I ask her. She turns to look at me but doesn't give me her normal smile. I really have upset her.
"He's out for a run. He's got a lot to think about," She says accusingly, narrowing her eyes on me.
I grasp her hand, and she looks down at our entwined hands with a sad smile. "Mom, I'm so sorry. If I could take it back I would. I never meant to hurt you."
She strokes her free hand down my cheek and I can see tears in her eyes. "I love you so much, Thomas. If anything were to happen to you, I don't know what we'd all do. Your Dad is very angry, so please try and stay out of trouble."
I nod my head in understanding. I hate seeing my Mom in pain, it's the worst feeling in the world, seeing someone you love in pain.
Later that afternoon I walk into the kitchen and find my Dad sitting at the table frowning at his laptop. It's the first time I've seen him since last night so I'm not sure how to approach him.
"Hi Dad" I greet. Nice and simple. I take a seat opposite him.
He glances at me briefly. "Thomas" He says, before returning his gaze to the screen.
After a few minutes of silence between us I sigh and lean closer towards him. "Are you ignoring me, Dad?"
His lips form a straight line and his eyes narrow. He closes his laptop and glares at me, not saying anything for a few seconds. "No, I'm not ignoring you Thomas. But I'm extremely angry at you, so I'm doing my best to keep away from you in case I say or do something I regret. I love you, but right now I can't look at you." He gets up from his chair, grabs his laptop and stalks off out of the kitchen.
"Dad!" I yell helplessly after him but he ignores me.