Gracie P.O.V

I woke up the next day with an awful crying hangover. I noticed the bed was empty but had clothes and a note on the end of it. I reached over and read the note. "Gracie. I'm at McDonalds picking up some food. Im getting you osme too don't wory. I went to your house and picked up some clothes you left behind. There's some cereal but it might be stale. I'll be back soon. I promise. -Seth."  I smiled to myself and got changed. I quickly put on some concealer to take away the look of crying and went to go get my phone. 

I found it downstairs charging even though I never remember putting it on the charger. I smiled to myself mentally thanking Seth. I heard the front door open and thinking it was Seth, ran to the front door. I stood there shocked as I came face to face with T.J. "What the hell are you doing here? Why are you coming into this house without knocking and without someone letting you in?", I asked angrily. "Look I know your angry but I just want to talk. I knocked and the girl, Hali I think she said her name was came and told me yesterday to come and talk to you. And so I said okay and now here I am. And I just want to talk so please don't hit or hurt me", he said all in a rush. 

I looked at him before sighing and motioned for him to follow. I led him to Seth's bedroom and he looked around in consideration. "Okay you came here to talk so talk", I told him sitting down on the bed. "Okay. I don't like you living here. I don't know this people but I've heard rumors and even though I don't believe them there is the chance that they could be the truth. I would rather like you living with me or Dylan. And I know you don't like nor trust us and that's okay. But would you please come live with one of us? Please?", he asked finishing his little speech. I looked  at him and thought about it. "Let me think about it for a little while", I told him honestly then showed him out. 

 A couple minutes later Seth came home with some Taco Bell bags in tow. I jumped up and helped him carry the bags to his room. As we sat there eating he turned to me and gave me a questioning look. "What?", I asked him confused. "Why are these guys so worried about you? Do they know that your suicidal?", he asked me. "Seth, they are the ones that made me suicidal. I guess they finally just started giving a shit. And then I hurt myself by being clumbsy and they started fighting over who was going to take care of me", I told him truthfully. 

"Here's what I think. You not going to like it. I think you should go with the one who hurt you the most. Get your closure. And then you'll be done with them for the rest of your life", he told me. I nodded and agreed to think about it. We finished eating and then played Call of Duty. Well he played and I watched. Eventually I got tired and went to sleep. A couple hours later I felt the bed dip down and I went back to sleep. 

The next day I gathered all of my things together and then walked slowly to Dylan's house. I knocked on his door and he anwsered with a look of suprise on his face. "Can I stay here with you?", I asked him quietly. He nodded his head and opened the door wider.