Shifting Greer's

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Chapter 54

I contemplate slamming the door in his face. Like I said before, I don’t want to see him. Letting him in when result in an awkward situation that I hope to avoid. But Greer Evans is weak. I open the door wider and step aside to let Bash step into my house.

He says something under his breath, maybe a thank you, and waits for me to close the door. We stand in silence for a moment before Bash opens his mouth. “I’m sorry about the party, I was angry.”

“Angry at me?” I question.

He sighs, “Yes. I know I was the one that ended things with you because I wanted to give you time to figure things out. A part of me just thought that you’d realize the kind of person that Kaleb is.”

“I did,” I answer. “I realized that he’s good, Bash. He’s kind and caring and he’s not the punk you say he is.”

Bash groans, “Gosh, you’re so naive.”

“Here you go again, getting mad at me for disagreeing with you.” I cross my arms over my chest and step away from you.

“I’m sorry,” He pleads. “I just want better for you!”

“No, you don’t!” I yell. “You want me to choose you and I’m sorry Bash, but I can’t.”

“So, you chose him! That disgusting little punk!” Anger flashes across his face, a wave of anger I’ve never seen on him before. It instantly scares me. My body tenses and I know it’s thrown into fight mode. I step away from him.

“Bash, I think you need to leave,” I say, my voice breaking.

Bash studies me a moment, eyes wide and angry. He suddenly crosses the space between us, I back away from him quickly, but there’s nowhere for me to go. My back hits the wall before I have time to process what’s happening. He growls in my face, an animalistic sound that starts at the back of his throat.

“You’re so stupid and naive, you know that, Greer.” He spits in my face, nose almost touching the tip of mine.

“Bash, you need to leave, now!” I scream, finally finding my courage. I push against him, but he barely moves.

Fire ignites in his eyes, “No, I don’t think you understand, Greer. I don’t think you get how stupid you’ve been.” He laughs, and I know right then he’s gone insane.

I can’t find my voice, but I know I should get him out of my house.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” He asks a wide smile crosses his face.

“Obviously I don’t. Obviously, the person you showed me isn’t who you really are.” I snap. “What I do know is that you need to get out of my house before I call 9-1-1.”

Before I can even stop him, he flies across the room and scoops up my phone from where it’s sitting. He brings it into his hands, staring down at the screen. I’d changed it to a picture of Kaleb and me. Bash squeezes the phone in his hands, letting out another animalistic growl. In a flash, he sends my phone flying and it cracks against the wall.

Something has gone very wrong. How had I missed the signs that Bash was a complete psychopath?

I stay where I’m standing, shaking to my very core. If I can just calm him down enough, I could run straight out the front door. I don’t make any sudden moves, treating this situation like if I was stuck in the cage with a hungry lion.

“Bash, please, I’m sorry,” I say, trying to make him feel better. “I’m sorry I didn’t choose you. We can talk about this. We can talk about where we went wrong.”

Bash laughs, running his hands through his already messy hair, “You still don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” I ask in a small voice.

“This isn’t about our relationship, Greer.”

“Then what’s it about? Kaleb? Because we can talk about him too. I promise, he’s a good guy.”

“No!” He screams. “He’s always getting in the way!”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. You really don’t. You’re so stupid. You’re blind.” Bash takes a heavy step towards me. “You don’t know who I am, do you? You haven’t figured it out?”

“You’re the guy who hit my car. We dated and you were nice. That’s who you are.”

He smiles, wide and vicious. “No, Greer. That’s not who I am.”

He laughs again, crossing the space between us once again. I punch out at him, trying to make sure he doesn’t touch me. Surprisingly, he’s fast and he’s been trained to fight. He dodges my blows easily.

“You may not know who I am, but I know exactly who you are.” He growls, dodging another one of my blows. Suddenly, his body is pressing me against the wall. He cups my face between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. ”Greer Thomas.”

I stop breathing. I stop moving. My body goes numb. I repeat the words in my head, but they just don’t make sense. Bash just said my name, my name. Not my fake name, Greer Evans. He said my real name. The one I’d run from.

“That’s right.” He whispers, fingers digging sharply into my face. “Do you see it now? Do you understand? I know who you really are.”

I can’t speak, can’t force words passed the terror rising in my chest.

“You must be confused, It’s okay. I’ll explain it to you.” He lets me go and I feel like my knees are going to buckle under me. I fight, trying to get free, but he pulls me against him. “You can’t leave yet, Greer. There’s so much I should tell you. But first, there’s something I want you to see.”

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