Poisoned | Grayson & Alice
Grayson watched his sister analyze his words. He knew it’d be difficult from being alone and independent to having someone there for the rest of your life. What she’d been through was never going to be the same, but what he did know was that they both needed each other to survive any longer.
“And I don’t know how to be a brother, Alice,” he responded. “I’ve never had anyone to be there for me, or the other way around. But with you it’s different. You’re blood runs through mine and that’s enough for me to do whatever it takes to make you happy.” Grayson sat back in the hospital chair, inhaling to fill his lungs once more. When she mentioned the ancient television, the male let out a soft laugh which caused the room to feel less full. “Or we could start by getting you settle into a place. You can always from and room with me. I have an extra room– there’s lots of space. You can do your thing and I can do mine. It’ll help with getting us used to each other. What do you say?”
Alice gnawed on her inner cheek at his offer. “I have a dog - Gigi. She’s at my apartment and I can’t leave her for more than a day.” She sighed, closing her eyes. “I don’t suppose you have room for a teacup poodle?” Alice was already bracing herself for rejection. She thought to herself, ‘that didn’t take long; on my own again soon’ and that’s now what she was expecting.
The thing Grayson told her, about sharing blood, they were things Alice had long since written off. She’d had no one for so long. It was her defense to say that blood doesn’t matter. What mattered was who you chose to be around. Alice had nearly always chosen wrong, whether she knew it at the time or not.
Maybe it was okay to choose her own brother to be around, but what would happen when he realizes she’s not worth it?
