Little Gray

Leah opens her eyes and sees a white ceiling.

She frowns and rubs her head.


It must be a hangover from drinking too much last night.

She snorts and sits up but what she saw is a chubby white feet wiggling out of the light blue pajama with Santa Claus printed on them.


She stops from her long yawning and arm stretching as she stares at the white chubby hands.


"What?
What?"


Her heart is pounding as she struggles to get down the huge bed in this unknown luxury bedroom.


She wanted to run out of the door but before that she came across a tall and wide mirror and her chubby and cute little self reflected on it.

"Noooo!" She screams so loudly and sorrowfully that it sounded like a howl of the dead.


Word play aside, she really did die.

And now she is inside the body of a very young and white boy!


Why?


Wait..

Before that, how did she die?


Last night, she didn't go to work because of the anniversary of Justin's death…...
Justin's death…..THE MURDERER!


She didn't care anymore.

She needs to ….err… He needs to call the police and inform them of the identity of the killer!


Though they may not believe her--him… they will at least find a clue with her--his statement right?


She--He hurriedly looked for a phone and found a cell phone near the lampshade.

She--He tried to unlock the phone. Luckily it was a fingerprint lock so she--he unlocked it easily.


What stunned her is not why a small boy has a luxurious phone but the time and date in the phone.


Yes.


It was 'her' birthday!

The date of her birth!

She stares at the date intently.

Her-His face is so pale that if other people are here they will fear he is already frozen.


The knock on the door wakes him from his frozen state.


"Young Master Gray, your father is calling you downstairs.
Young Master Justin has arrived."


The boy looks at the closed door.

His head is full of webs but for now he needs to get more details.

And the maid outside keeps talking and keeps on knocking the door so it's hard to think and organize his mind.


"I will be right there.
" He said.


The maid finally stops talking and walks away after saying he should go down as soon as possible.


Leah….
This boy's name is Young Master Gray.

And today is this young master Justin's arrival.

He can't help but feel a bit melancholy.


Of course what crosses 'her' mind is Justin, 'her' idol, who she knows the story of life.

If today is her birth date then it means Justin is also Justin's year of arrival in his father's family.


"Wait...
This maid called me Gray...Gray Frey? Is it really Justin's family?" He hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth and changed his clothes.


He runs down the staircase not appreciating the beautiful house design and the explicit decorations around the luxurious house.

"Gray! Why are you running?" A beautiful woman frowned and worriedly glanced at the serious older man standing near her.


There are two young men in there too.

One is looking like a lord meeting his servant and one who was like he was forced to meet a distant relative.


His heart pounds so loud.

He can't tell who this boy was since he is still young.

But Hilton and Krix are already in their teenage years and their faces already look what they will look in years to come.


This is really the Frey family as he suspected!

So then…..

The boy turns around and sees the young and thin teenager timidly got out of the car, 'her' idol Justin!


'Her' idol is now 'his' brother?

***


Gray trembles with emotion.

He tried to conceal it but he truly can't.

How can he not feel emotional.

This is his idol. 

The one that pulled her out of the misery and pain and told 'her' not to give up is right in front of 'her', alive and breathing.


"Justin, come here.
" Their father said and walked to him.

He pats his shoulder and stands beside him.

"This is Justin. Your brother."

Domingo said without any facial expression.

You can't tell what's going inside his head.


Hilton frowned but he erased it immediately.

"I see." He said and boredly looked away.


"Okay.
" Krix only shrugged his shoulder.


Justin is clenching his fist and his dry lips are trembling.

It's obvious that he is scared and worried.

He is so thin and small compared to the normal 13 years old.


Gray wanted to hug him and tell him that everything will be alright but even before he can walk to him Gray's mother already grabs him and makes him stay at her side.

"Stay with mom and don't make your father angry."


Gray looks at this beautiful woman who always looked like a criminal scared to be caught.

If he is the real Gray, he will surely despise this mother but since she came from the future, 'she' knows the reason why she acts like this.

Her guilty conscience knows that Gray is not Domingo's son and if he divorce her, she will not get a single cent. So she is always scared and wary of her actions.


But to a small kid, her action shows her inferiority and that she has no confidence and lack of power as the house madame.
Sure enough, nobody will like this kind of timid person that is only tough to her son but not to everyone else.


Gray has no strength to break away from Grandela.

He can only look at the thin Justin being led away by their father inside.


'Her' heart is hot and emotional.

This is 'her' idol and also 'her' savior.

The person that pulled her out of the muddy world of pain and self harm.


"Gray, stay away from that Justin.
Do you understand? You can't let your father be dissatisfied with you. Listen to Mother. I will never wronged you." She said seriously when she pulled him away and whispered this warning.


Gray stares at Grandela.

She is obviously young and beautiful.

She is living a luxurious and beautiful life but she is always full of fear and worry that these luxuries seemed like a burden.

But even so, she will never give it up on her own volition.

She will sink her nails deep and wish to never be separated from the wealth and the 'burden'.


This is how much she feared poverty.


"I understand, Mother.
" Gray said.


Grandela didn't even notice the difference in her own son's attitude.

All she was feeling is relief that he will listen to her and she will avoid her husband's anger.


Grandela rubs his head and she pulls him to the dining area where the rest of the family are already waiting to eat lunch.

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