BLOOD LEGACIES

I gently shut the door behind me and leaned against it in deep thoughts, I felt hurt and sad for them, what Emilia told me really sink in, I couldn’t bear to watch her in pain like this, it shouldn’t have to be this way... I know Grayson, I know how he feels and what bothers him, something I haven’t told Emilia yet.

I have to find a way to reach him and find out if he’s okay and talk with him, I need a phone... Mine was back in town so I have to find one here.

I walked back to Dace’s room looking for him but I couldn’t see him, was he still in the kitchen? I was about to go down to it when I heard a click from the bathroom, so I automatically walked to it.

"Hey," I said the moment I laid my eyes on him, seeing his features through the mirror as he shaved, the white cream covering his cheekbones and jaws as he run the blade through it swiftly. His eyes connected to mine through the mirror until he spoke.

"How is she?"

"Do you need a rating? Because it’s hard to just say it"

"I see... worse... than" he mumbled as he used the towel to wipe off the cream before facing me. "And you said you would never forgive if I touch Grayson, now I’m tempted to" he added, taking a seat on the stand and holding out a small pair of scissors.

"I need help baby"

I walked to him. "I’m not sure I’m the one you should ask for help"

"Who else but you?" he wrapped his arms around my waist the moment I stood before him. "Just the tip okay?"

I nodded taking the scissors from him, my hands were shaky but I composed myself, I was nervous because I didn’t wanna ruin his perfect hair, but he trusted me enough to let me do it, I don’t wanna mess it up so I calmed myself as best as I can... holding the scissors firm.