Chapter Twenty-Two

                                    

                                          
He was blowing up my phone the whole time I was in the car. I obviously didn't answer.
                          
When I got home I put away my stuff and walked to my dad office, since I saw his car was here.I walked into the office and my dad was sitting there looking between his computer screen and some papers. He noticed me and his snatch up.
                          
"What are you doing back so early?" he asked.
                          
"Grayson was ignoring me to be on the phone with he ex." I said.
                          
"Was something up with Dallas?" he asked trying to give Grayson the benefit of the doubt.
                          
"No, Dallas is here with the babysitter." i said.
                          
"How do you know it was his ex?" 
                          
"When he walked into the bathroom he left his phone and she just so happened to text him when i was looking at the screen." i said truthfully.
                          
"You didn't go through his phone did you?" he asked.
                          
"What no i'm not that crazy." i laughed.
                          
Just as he was about to say something the door bell rang. "I'll get it." I said and walked down to the front door.
                          
I opened it and Grayson pushed pass me and walked into the livning room. I scoffed shutting the door and walking to the living room.
                          
"What the fuck was that?!" he asked probably referring to what happened the beach house.
                          
"You were on the phone the whole morning and I didn't feel like sitting and waiting so I packed my shit and left. That's what the fuck that was." 
                          
"I didn't mean to be on the phone for that long." he said.
                          
"Who were you on the phone with?" I asked.
                          
"What? Why does that matter?" he asked.
                          
"Who the fuck were you on phone with Grayson." i asked again.
                          
He was silent for a few minutes. "I was on the phone with kim." he said.
                          
"And what could she possibly of needed that was important that couldn't have waited for later?"
                          
"She was just going on and on about how she couldn't sign the divorce papers and how it's been so hard on her raising Dallas on her own. I offered to take him and for him to live with me full time but that's not what she was talking about. I told her that i'm with someone else and I am happy. She got mad and threatened that she wouldn't let him come see me if you were there. So then I had to call my lawyer, to make sure she couldn't and she can't. But fuck, if i'm being honest I hate that Dallas has to be in the middle of this." he said.
                          
Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid. I don't want to be in the middle of a family. But I love him so much. And that's why I can't be selfish. He has a son that he needs to make happy. And i'm going to guess having his parents on opposite sides of the country, isn't exactly what his happiness is. Shit, this is going to hurt.
                          
"Maybe he doesn't have to be in the middle of anything." i said as my eyes became glossy. I kept my head down looking at my feet.
                          
"Addyson. Don't do this." he pleaded walking towards me.
                          
"Do you think I want to Gray? That I want my boyfriend, that I love so fucking much, to go and be happy with someone else? Cause I don't. I want you in my arms all the time 24/7. But I cant be the reason why a family isn't together. I can't be selfish with you.I just can't." I said as the tears were coming down. 
                          
"We weren't a family even before you were in the picture. Baby, please none of this is because of you." he put his hands on both sides of my cheeks and lifted my head so I would look at him. His eyes looked like they were going to open at any moment with tears.
                          
"But don't you think if I wasn't here you would have already tried to make it work again for Dallas? He is five. He needs his mom and his dad. And in this situation he only gets one at a time. I'm 18 and my parents just broke up. I don't know how I could have lived without the both of them there for me all the time. Dallas deserves a happy family and if you can give that to him or at least try to, why wouldn't you?" 
                          
"I love you Addyson." he kissed my forehead and kept his lips there.
                          
"I love you too." I broke and wrapped my arms around his waist. I didn't ever want to let go, but I have too.
                          
After a long few minutes I pulled away. I looked at the bracelet and un clipped it. I could hear his breathing hitch and I knew that made the tears escape his eyes.
                          
I put it in his hand and he just looked down at it. Tears falling more rapidly down his red cheeks. 
                          
"I-uhm will have someone drop off the car." i said thinking he would want it back.
                          
"What? No, what would I do with it?" he said and started walking to the front door. I opened the door for him and he stepped out. 
                          
Before he left he turned around. 
                          
"Goodbye Addyson."
                          
"Goodbye Grayson." and with that he turned around and walked to his car. Leaving me.
                          
I shut the door and immediately broke down. My leaned against the door as I slid down it. I wasn't going to keep them in anymore. My heart was broken and I didn't care who knew.
                          
My dad came rushing down the steps. I guess my cry's are louder than I thought.
                          
"Sh sh sh, calm done honey. What happened?" he said sitting beside me and wrapping his arms around me. 
                          
"Me and Grayson broke up." I cried even harder into his chest.
                          
Me and my dad sat there, on the floor holding each other for 2 hours. And it helped, not enough but it helped. I finally got up and went into my room. I stripped as soon as I shut the door. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the bath tub and put in some bubbles. 
                          
I hate that when something bad happens, you can't help but see only the negatives about it. No matter if the positive thing out number the negative things. You can't help but only remember the bad things.
                          
But that is just how my mind works. Negative over positive.