Page 8 of Grace's Revelation
“How are you?” he asked.
“Fine.” I said and looked down at the ground.
“No you’re not.” He grunted.
“Why does it matter?” I tucked my knees under me. “Stop telling me what I am.” I stood up. “In fact, just leave.”
He sat up and placed his elbows on his knees. He covered his face and his hands shook.
I sat back down and waited him out.
“I don’t know what to do.” He said.
“About what?” I whispered.
“About everything, you,” He pointed down the hall. “Him.”
“Cason.”
He nodded.
“I thought that’s what you called him.” He leaned back. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Did you name him Cason?”
“I was going to name him Gason, my fathers initials, but then I didn’t want people calling him Gas.” I hugged my legs. “My dad’s middle name is Carter. My mom's name is Angela, I stuck with thesonbecause I like the way it sounded.”
“What’s his middle name?”
“Mattie.” I whispered.
He leaned back again and rubbed the stubble on his face. He looked down the hall and back at me.
“Does he know about me?” He asked.
“He knows about you, the you I used to know.” I looked off. “He knows his father and I grew up together and used to tease me and taught me all this cool stuff and made me read books I’d never have thought I’d like. How he used to challenge me. Taught me to be independent, to defend myself with my words and with weapons.”
Mase smirked.
“He has a pretty idealistic idea about his father, I figured the reality would crush him soon enough, let him have his fantasy.”
Mase frown and glared at me.
“It’s a lot to take in.” His face softened.
“I didn’t invite you here, into my life.” I touched my neck. The bruise had faded. As far as I knew, Dana hadn’t told anyone, but she kept her eye on me as much as she could.
I reached into my pocket remembering the promise I made to Dana if he showed back up.
I even typed out the text.
“Gracie.” He motioned with his hand. “I want in, but I don’t know how.”
I put my phone away and looked at him.
His hair had grown out a bit. He looked like shit in asexy scary biker dudekind of way.
