Chapter 420: 1-4

. Again I do a repeat of the day before, but instead of sleeping past morning, I woke up and went to the gym. Later, "how are you feeling?" Grant asked when I opened the door for him around six in the afternoon, still shocked that he had come back. "I - I - fine?" I stammered. "Good - good, can I come in?" he asked waiting for my answer. Stepping aside he went to the same spot he had days before. "I came by yesterday but you were sleeping," he informs me but I already know so I just nod, not sure what to say. "So did you give any thought to my question?" he examines my face much like Nona had. Giving a slight up and down movement, "yes," I say warily. But he just smiles, "Oh that's good what did you come up with?" My shoulders hunched, I look away, hating that I was going to have to assent, "I don't think Oakley or anyone should be punished the way I was." He nods for a minute, pursing his lips, as though I had more to say, but I just stare back at him, blankly. "So are you not one of those anyone's you mentioned?" my face going from blank to annoyed instantly. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of even answering that question. Because you're wrong, Nyx thought. "Okay ... we can come back to that question again..." he relented. "Do you know the difference between punishment and being abused Kieran?" or not. I wasn't going to answer that either, it was like Grant was trying to trick me with word play because he knew I wasn't smart. "Well... punishment is when you impose or inflict something as a penalty and abuse, while there are many forms is when someone uses improper treatment as well as authority to unfairly exercise their will on someone else. Sometimes it's to gain what they want, or other times it - there are no reasons as to why they hurt the individual that they did, only that it was done." The blank expression back in place I tried to take apart what he was saying piece by piece, but it all got muddied. "Do you know where punishment turns into abuse?" I shook my head, wanting to know but at the same time, afraid of his answer. "When you are doing physical, mental or emotional harm to another person. When punishments don't reflect the crime. When someone inflicts pain, for - for nothing." "I didn't do nothing, I always made a mistake though." I whispered, not sure why he wanted me to say the words a loud, it was bad enough to know inside my head that I made mistakes. He waited before speaking, just giving me a moment to relax again. "Can you tell me one thing, from your old life that you were punished for?" I scrunched my brows together, was this some sort of trick? Tell him so that it would be something that people looked out for here? Nyx just sighed in my head. When I didn't answer, Grant looked around the room, his eyes roaming. I didn't have much that he could take away, just my blanket and the painting of Oakley, the Luna made me. He couldn't do - I was thinking he couldn't hurt me with anything in the room, but then his eyes danced around the bed and my body stiffened. "Did you sleep in the bed?" Nodding slowly. I braced myself for whatever was going to happen, I wouldn't run. Running never went well. "How about you and I switch places?" Grant said confusing me, but standing he waved his hand so I would sit on the sofa. Moving away from him, I edged over to it, sitting with my back straight and instead of him coming to me, he gave me his back and ripped the bed sheets from the bed, and threw them onto the floor. Using his knee he pushed the bed from its box, and my heart quickened and my stomach turned. What the hell is he doing? I shouted in my head, my eyes darting from the door to the bed and the mess he just made in the room Chelsea gave me. My hands trembled at my side, but he just went to the wall resting against it, "Gabriel, Chelsea!" he called aloud and I could feel my stomach drop, flip and jump as my heart raced, hammering in my chest. "I'm calling them in my mind, as well," he shot me a smile and I was official on edge, when the knock came on the door, it was partially drowned out by my own crazily thumping heart. When the knob turned slightly, I jumped to my feet, my body shutting down on me, I had no way of escaping now, someone would be my the door to enter, Grant was near the bathroom and the windows were bullet proof Gabriel had mentioned.