Bad Idea by Girl in Red

It was a bad idea, now I'm totally fucked.

Trigger warnings of this chapter:

- Drug misuse

- Violence 

The next few nights I decided to go out again, this time I managed to avoid giving anymore blowjobs however I still met up with T-Rex, Triceratops, Tiger and Yoda. I'm finding a fondness in myself for Tiger, the only other girl and I think she feels the same way. I may even go as far as to say I'm now a part of their group.

It's now Saturday night, my first night going out was Tuesday. I have now successfully snuck out of the house every night since then. 

Now I sit on the floor of the bathroom to a new club we've found ourselves. "Shit." I sigh, feeling euphoric. "Shit." Tiger slides down the wall to sit beside me with a smile on her face. 

Triceratops finishes his cigarette then steps on it to extinguish the flame.

"Wanna do something fun?" Yoda suggests. "Always." I agree, putting my hand up for him to pull me up. When I'm on my feet T-Rex wraps his arm around my neck and ruffles my hair, "I like the new kid." He laughs. 

So Triceratops drives us all in his run down mustang towards to a play park, the light of the sky is beginning to come through as it is now approaching 5am. 

"So what are we doing?" I ask excitedly. "You see that rich looking guy getting outta his fancy sports car?" Yoda whispers, I nod curiously looking to the guy in a suit getting out of his car a huge distance away, I can't quite make out much more than a sports car and fancy suit, "We're gonna teach him a lesson. He thinks he's buyin' from us but we found he snitched on a local bar to the cops after they served his underage brother." T-Rex explains.

"What do you mean teach him a lesson?" I almost laugh, the guy in the suit approaches us closer. "You'll see." He mutters, before leaning himself off the fence surrounding the park and walking toward the suites boy. 

"You Richard?" Tiger asks from behind T-Rex, I step forward to where everyone else is now standing in front of the suited man. The man looks a lot like Grayson in some ways, same style, same posture, yet facially pretty different. They look around the same age as well.

"Yeah." Richard nods. "Thought so." T-Rex says and before I can even think to react he soars a hand to Richards jaw. I hear a horrible click in the boys jaw which sounds like his chin disconnecting from his face, I almost gag but push the urge away.

Then all the others begin taking their hits out on him as well. All I can do is stand there and watch with wide eyes. Richard tries to fight back every now and then but it's not much use when his face starts looking drowned by the blood. 

"Hit him Cash." Tiger orders. Richard is now on the floor and all that can be heard are the whimpers and squeals of pain. "What?" I mutter, only now realising I'm crying and my voice is shaking. T-Rex lifts the boys unconscious body from the ground and holds him like he's a punching bag for me to hit.

"Come on, hit him!" T-Rex yells impatiently. I flinch at his tone, and unwillingly punch Richard lightly in the stomach. "Harder!" T-Rex screams. "No." I sob. "Fuck, either you punch him once and we leave or I get my gun out and blow his brains up!" T-Rex spits. So I don't hesitate to send one punch to the boys gut and bawl when he is dropped back onto the ground. 

I kneel down beside him, still sobbing uncontrollably. Sirens begin blaring and I can already see the blue and red lights flashing. "I'm so sorry." I cry to the bloody boy I'm now holding in my lap.

"Cash! Let's move!" Yoda orders. I can't bring myself to leave this guy. "Move!" Triceratops shouts as they start running. 

When I stay on the floor Tiger grabs me and pulls me away with her. I suddenly jump into action and start running now too.

We reach a tall metal fence, the boys start climbing up and jumping over effortlessly but I struggle. Tiger grabs my hand and pulls me over harshly when she sees the cop lights getting nearer. I feel my dress tare slightly down my back being stuck to the top of the fence. We keep running until we reach Triceratops' car. 

Even sitting in the back of the car, all I can see is the beaten boy whimpering and begging for it to stop. I hug myself in a ball, hoping for the image to leave my mind. 

"Hey.. it's okay Cash. First time is always the hardest. I cried the whole night after mine." Tiger pulls me into her chest and holds me whilst I cry. 

"Sorry for shouting back there kid. I know it's hard but it's how it has to be." T-Rex frowns sympathetically. Triceratops reaches a hand back for the passenger seat of the car and caresses my knee comfortingly. 

I don't reply. I just watch the images of him on the ground play over and over again in my mind.

So by 6am I am hugging myself, tear stains down my cheeks as I creep down the corridors of The Hawthorne House. 

I make it to my room and stop by the mirror when I see blood covering a majority of my clothes and arms. I look towards my bed now and see Grayson Hawthorne sitting cross armed on the end of my bed.

"Have a nice night?" He stands. I turn around to face the door so he doesn't see the blood on my dress and all over my arms and chest.

"Grayson you need to go." I say shakily, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why?" He asks knowingly. 

"Please just go Gray." My voice breaks as I say his name and I feel tears teasing my eyes. 

"What did you do with your new friends tonight Paris?" He asks. I don't think he's seen the blood on me yet but if he does it's game over. He'll realise what I've done and get me in trouble, he'll tell people and will never look at me again. 

"Nothing." I answer simply. "Oh... So is that why Richard Abernathy has been hospitalised after claiming a gang bet him up?" Grayson asks sceptically. 

"Stop." I cry. He knows. I'm sure of it. 

"Turn around Paris." He sighs sadly. "I can't." I sob. 

So he places his warm hands on my cold shoulders and turns me around to face him.

He looks down my body at the amount of blood covering my body. 

"Before I say anything. Are you hurt at all?" He asks quickly.

I shake my head. "Are you sure? Not at all?" He confirms. I don't feel anything right now, only numbness. I shake my head again, not even sure if I'm telling the truth or not because I can't even tell.

"Okay. I'm gonna help clean you up, is that okay?" He asks. I nod sheepishly. "Okay." He nods comfortingly, leading me into the bathroom holding my hand and drawing circles with his thumb.

He turns the bath on and it begins filling up. I watch it pour down and in what feels like seconds the bathtub is about seventy-five percent full. Grayson touches the water with him knuckle and decides the temperature is right. 

"Okay you want me to stay here or go out?" He offers softly. "Stay." I manage to say with a hoarseness to my voice from the crying. 

He nods soothingly. Then he unzips my dress from the back and I step out. I remove my underwear and step inside, not worrying about Grayson watching because he looks away whilst I get inside.

My body shivers when met with the hot water. Grayson takes his suit jacket off and rolls his sleeves up slightly. I pull myself into a ball again and stare towards the faucet which drips a single drop of water every six seconds. 

Grayson turns back around to me and places his hand on my shoulder to get my attention, I flinch and turn my head lazily towards him. 

"Richard is okay. He's being treated in hospital for a broken jaw but other than that it's just bruises and cuts. He doesn't remember much." Grayson tells. 

A few tears roll down my cheeks. He reaches his thumb to wipe them away. 

I look to him sadly and he looks at me like I'm a hurt puppy that he just wants to hug and let know everything is going to be okay. 

"Is the temperature okay?" He asks, I nod. 

He searches the cabinet until he finds all the bottles of soaps. He kneels beside the bath tub. 

I keep watching the drip of the faucet, each drop takes me out of my thoughts of the poor boy being attacked. 

Grayson places some shampoo on his hand and starts rubbing it into my hair carefully. I don't move from my ball. 

He makes sure not to get any in my eyes. 

Come on, hit him! I hear the voices echo. Harder!

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. 

Grayson uses the shower head to rinse my hair clean. 

Then he uses some body wash on a sponge to clean parts of my back that he can reach without me moving from the ball. 

"I thought you said you weren't hurt?" He asks worriedly pointing to a place across my back. I don't notice the pain even after he has pointed it out. It must've been about where the fence caught me.

"I'm fine." I tell him. "I'll fix you up later." He insists. I nod lazily. 

"Paris.. I need to wash the blood of your chest." He tells me. So slowly I release my legs from the tight grip of my arms and turn to him allowing him to clean me. 

He doesn't seem to care that I'm fully naked in front of him right now, he has more priorities at the moment. So the rough sponge over my wrists, strong enough to clean me but now too strong that he hurts me. 

I see some of the blood in the water turn red. He finishes cleaning my wrists and arms so he brings the sponge to my neck and collarbones.

He gets the blood off me. He takes the sponge down slightly to the point my breasts meet my chest and cleans the blood off. Thankfully my dress wasn't too low so he doesn't need to clean too much of my breasts other than the parts that weren't covered. Despite this, he doesn't falter or show discomfort in any way. 

Now all that has blood on my body is gone the only place left is the bottom of my face which is coated in a layer of crimson.

He takes water to my face and rinses it carefully until the blood is completely washed off.

 Then he gets me a towel and hands it to me before turning around to face to opposite way. I wrap myself up in the towel, watching the red bath water spin out of the tub and down the drains as if nothing ever happened.

I don't even notice Grayson moving behind me until I feel him place a large bandaid over my cut. 

Grayson helps me put comfortable clothes on then helps me into bed. He lifts my dress from the floor as well as my bra which both have lots of blood on them and then grabs his jacket from the bathroom. 

"Okay Paris. Try get some sleep." He says before opening my door and starting to leave. 

"Gray?" I whisper. He turns around. "Yeah Paris?" 

I don't know why these next words left my mouth however I think it was definitely a good thing they did. "Could you sleep here? I don't want to be alone." 

And then he closes my door and places the clothes on the floor again in a little pile. He walks towards me, unbuttons the first couple shirt buttons and lays beside me. 

"Of course." He whispers in my ear. I roll around so I can face him when I tell him this, he needs to know how much I mean it. "Thank you." 

He pulls my head into his chest and I feel his heart beating slowly. I quickly fall asleep against his body warmth.

(a/n. I always struggle to tell how fucked up a chapter is. Is it too fucked up or just enough. Either way it got you guys some Grayson content so win win ig. Also look at me go, last week I had to write a chapter in one night because i was so behind but I've had this one up my sleeves for 5 whole days. May not get one uploaded next week as it is potentially the busiest week of my life.)