GRAYSON GROWLED FEROCIOUSLY, FRUSTRATION BUILDING WITHIN HIS INSIDE. When the frustration built, he actually thought he would simply exploded- he took a deep breath.
He wanted to shout, have a tantrum and beat his hands on the ground like a Toddler. He wanted to vent, let it out, but he didn't want to say words that were pointless, useless even.
What use would it be? It would never change the situation, he would still be where he is now. Why did this keep happening to him? Lately, his power kept being taken from him. Now he remained bound and let down by his body. It was frustrating.
When did will the day come when he wouldn't have to be blind sided by everyone.
Gabriel was still by his side, his staring never wavered. He just watched Grayson with his striking eyes, just like everyone else did.
