EMILY'S POV
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Waking up on the couch , alone , isn't my ideal morning . I turn with a sore body , glancing around the screening room before I sit up right . Where the hell is Grayson and why the hell did he leave me on the couch ? With a scowl on my face , I stand up and walk out of the screening room , dodging people as I make my way up the stairs .
Shock fills me as I open our door , finding Grayson sitting on our bed , staring at the wall .
" What the f**k Grayson ?" I bellow as I step inside and slam the door shut behind me . He doesn't even flinch at the loud thud , he doesn't even turn to look at me , he doesn't speak -- nothing .
" Hello !?" I yell at him but he doesn't budge . I walk over to him , noticing the blood on his hands and a little on his shoulders . I inhale a s
