That question! The one where I've been dreading for months, Grayson finally asked them!
They could mean one of two of two things. He was drunk or he found about my secret, I hoped to God it was the latter! I could hear the loud beating of my heart in my chest but still I even tried to mask with a look of indifference.
"What are you doing?" I asked sitting up straight on the bed, "Un-cuff me right this instant!"
Grayson nodded his head, "Sure, right after you tell me exactly who you are?"
"Okay," I breathed out shakily as I licked my now dry lips, "Listen to me Grayson, right now, you are drunk and…"
"Don't do that." Grayson breathed out as he raked a hand through his hair, "Do not do that, I am not drunk, I am not drunk."
"Then fucking unhand me you sicko!" I yelled jerking on my wrist that was cuffed to the bedframe.
The words that came out of my mouth were a big mistake because the next thing I know, Grayson was throwing his glass containing the drink at me. A scream tore out of my lips as the glass hit the wall just beside me, shattering into a hundreds of tiny fragments.
My breaths came out in shaky gasp as I stared up at Grayson in horror. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled at him.
"Who the fuck are you?" Grayson yelled back at me.
"The fuck are you talking about? I'm Andr…"
"Don't!" Grayson suddenly hissed out, marching straight towards me. He suddenly grabbed my chin in my hand, "You are not Andrea so don't you fucking lie to me! Who are you?"
Fuck, fuck, fuck! I mentally cursed as I stared up at Grayson. Staring into those grey eyes of his that held nothing but malice and contempt in them, I knew there was nothing I could say that would probably change his mind.
He knows! I do not know how or when but he knows! There was no use lying to him anymore which was why I decided to ask him this, "How? How did you know?"
I watched as his eyes widened before he let out a gasp. "You are not Andrea, you really are not." He said more to himself than me as he eased away from me.
"No, I am not." I affirmed and his eyes flashed back to mine.
"Who are you?"
Another question I found difficult to answer. Who am I? Honestly, I do not know the answer to that anymore. "I do not know." I mumbled looking away from him.
"You do not know your name?"
"My name is Rainelynn." I told him, "But that, all there is to me." I said then opened my mouth and told him everything.
How my uncle sold me to one of the ruthless man in the states so he could pay his debts. How I didn't want that for myself and escaped, how I jumped into the river to kill myself. I was pretty sure I had died and then I opened my eyes and I was Andrea Miller and I got married to him.
When I was finished, Grayson stared at me like I was crazy. I can't exactly blame him for it. If I was another person, I wouldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth either. But it was the truth and he asked for it.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Grayson finally asked.
Rolling my eyes at him, I mumbled under my breath. "Believe me there were times when I wanted to laugh it all as one big joke but here I fucking am!"
"What was that?"
I heaved out a sigh and turned to look back at Grayson. "Look, I know you find it hard to believe but I swear on my parents, I'm telling the truth."
"Oh my God." Grayson breathed out as he stared at me and for a minute I thought he believed me.
"Good now, that you know the truth now, can you perhaps uncuff me_"
"You are insane!"
I whirled to look at him, halting my movements of trying to free my wrists from the handcuffs. "Excuse you?"
"You really think this is a fucking joke don't you?" Grayson's voice rose, the veins on his necks training as he glared at me.
He didn't believe me! The realization felt like a punch to my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. My pulse quickened as I felt despair claw at the edges of my mind. He didn't believe me, if anything the only thing I told him seemed to have made him angrier.
"Grayson_"
"Where's Andrea?"
"I am Andrea!" I said, my tone carrying a bit of desperation in it.
Grayson yelled at me, his voice filled with nothing but anger. "I'm talking about the real Andrea!"
"I am the real Andrea!" I yelled back at him, surprising him a little bit, "At least I think I am. She's me and I am her." I say trying to convince myself but it didn't seem like it was working, "Fuck!" I yelled in frustration, startling Grayson once again.
But this time around I didn't care. I was frustrated and confused as well, all I've been trying to do was just playing along. Making sure that no one figures out that I wasn't the real Andrea but somehow, Grayson figured it out and it was maddening as hell.
How the hell did he even figure it out? I thought I was doing a very good job!
I was still lost deep in thoughts when all of a sudden, I heard the jingle of keys. Turning around, I saw Grayson leaning towards me, grabbing my cuffed wrists. He released my wrist and I used my under hand to gentle massage it while eyeing him warily.
"You will find a spare toothbrush in the bathroom and a hoodie in the wardrobe." Grayson informed without looking at me, "Get dressed and meet me downstairs."
"Where are we going?" I asked as I stood up from the bed.
Grayson turned to look at me, "To see if you are indeed telling the truth or I need to put you in a psychiatric ward!"
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