I balled my eyes out, I sighed heavily. Wiping my tears, sitting up on the metal bed in the white wall room I was in. Hearing a knock. "Come in." I told the person, a woman walked in. A physiologist, I could tell this was going to be interesting. Watching her sit on the chair in front of me.

"So Deanna Winston, why are you here today?" She asked, having her ankles together under the chair. With a board on her lap.

"Why don't you tell me?" I gritted. "You're the ones who brought me here."

"Why don't you tell me what happened THAT night?" She offered.

"What can I say? The people who've been after me since I was a kid, the dead rose killed my best friend, my uncle reggie and the man I loved." Soon as those words left my mouth, I remembered holding all their bodies. My whole body covered in their blood.

"Yes, yes, yes. The dead rose, the people who killed your mummy and daddy right?" I could tell she didn't believe me.

"I'm not crazy."

"I never said you were dear." She replied, innocently. I was never that.

"You didn't need to." I snapped.

"Deanna, you need to wake up." I looked at the woman confused.

"What?" I asked.

"Deanna! Wake up!"

I opened my eyes, feeling my face stained of tears. I was breathing rapidly when I shot up, seeing Grayson in front of me. He was ok, he looked worried. But all I could do was pull him into me, holding him tight. Feeling Graysons big arm wrap around me, they weren't as strong as I was holding him. It was comforting. One of my hands gripped onto his hair. "It's ok, it's ok. You're safe, I'm ok and Ethan's ok." He told me, I was confused. How in the bloody hell did he know that detail of my dream, well... nightmare.

I looked at him, tilting my head like a lop ear puppy. "How did you-?" He cut me off explaining.

"You were talking slightly while sleeping." I nodded, making an oh gesture with my mouth.

"Where's Cam and Ethan?" I asked him, Grayson sitting beside me.

"She had to catch an early flight back home, Ethan took her to the airport. He'll be back soon, cam told me to tell you goodbye." Cam and I last night really hit it off, we mixed well. I actually consider her as a friend.

"I like your sister, she's awesome." I told Grayson, who smiled.

"Like me?" She put on his classical cheeky smile.

"Nah, she's a different kind of awesome. But you are as well, in your own way." I explained to him, as his cheeky smile became a smirk. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He replied, as I heard Graysons stomach rumbled. It crackled like a storm. He hid his head in embarrassment. "That's awkward." I smiled, patting his bare stomach.

"Come on, I'll cook you something Reggie use to cook me every time I had a nightmare to make me feel better." I said getting up off of the couch, to be honest. What I'm going to cook, I had it a lot during childhood. As I had nightmares that I literally had to scream myself awake. I had my hand out for him to grab.

"What is it?" He questioned.

"You'll see." I smiled.

"What if it poisoned?" I rolled my eyes, not amused at his joke. I rested against one hip.

"Do you trust me?" He nodded, taking my hand. As we walked into the kitchen/ dining area, he sat down as I begun cooking. To be honest it quite an interesting mixture of foods, luckily I'm a good cook. Due to working at the cafe I first saw the twins. I searched through the cupboards trying to find the pancake mix. "Grayson?" I asked.

"Yes?" He questioned, while I saw he was on snapchat. I use to get so jumpy when they use to pull out phones, but I know they won't do anything to get me hurt or in danger.

"Where's the pancake mix?"

"Fridge."

"Thank you." I went to the fridge finding it. As I begun cooking pancakes, which is apart of the dish.

"Oh yeah, Deanna. Ethan messaged me to do your bandaging." I sighed heavily, it's been a couple of days now doing that daily. Note to self, don't punch walls. But knowing myself, I'll probably do it again in near future.

"Ok, we can do that after breakfast."

"Cool." He replied, while I begun cooking the egg. Waiting for that to cook, I started cutting up strawberries. Putting the food together, then adding a touch of sprouts on top. The finishing piece becoming...

I brought out Grayson and my plate, placing it down in front of him. "Uncle reggies specialty." I said sitting down, seeing Grayson smelling it, while I took my first bite. "You going to eat it, or going to sniff it like a dog?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It smells so good." He replied, smiling seeing a bit of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. I used my thumb, wiping of his drool. Then wiping his drool on him, Grayson laughed. Taking his first bite, he groaned from the taste.

"Good?" I questioned him.

"Good?! This is fucking incredible! Thank you!" He cheered, with a mouth full of food. Surprised at Grayson all of a sudden, while having food in his mouth. Kissed my cheek, I wanted to smile. Why? What? But all I could reply to Grayson was.

"You're welcome." I secretly smiled at Grayson, watching him enjoying the food. I took another bite of mine, enjoying Graysons company. Feeling my stomach doing flips, what the?