Philophobia | e.d + g.d

Chapter 7

Cassidy's POV

I woke up to find my self lying on an extremely comfortable bed. It didn't smell like my bed.

It wasn't mine.

I scrambled up and leaned on my arms, my heart picking up the pace. As I scanned the room quickly, all the events of the night before came rushing back to my head.

The two men.

Where am I?! I thought frantically. The door handle suddenly moved down and the door opened. I immediately got up from the big bed to stare at the figure leaning on the door frame.

Ethan?

"W-what?" My voice trembled, and my eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

"It's ok, you're in my room." he replied, taking a step towards me.

"Go away," I whispered, just wanting to see the person who saved me - Grayson. "Why are you here? Where's Grayson. He saved me." I folded my arms across my chest and Ethan lightly shook his head.

"Grayson is in his room sleeping, because we didn't want him to know about it, because he would get worried," he started. "Grayson did-"

"I'm going to my house then," I snapped, opening the window.

"No, you're not," Ethan grabbed my wrist and pulled me back into the room, "You're mom knows and she's perfectly fine with you staying with us today - she had an emergency at work.

Inside, I sighed deeply, but outside I just stared out of the window.

"When is Grayson going to wake up?" I asked, not looking at Ethan. "After all, he did save me from getting raped."

"Look, Cassidy," Ethan sighed.

"Don't talk to me like I'm a 3 year old!" I cried suddenly. What was wrong with me? "I just asked when Gray would wake up and you're know going to lecture me about some shit."

"Come on, Cassidy, don't start!"

"I just don't want to fight with you anymore, Ethan," I blurted, letting go of the worry that had been locked up in my head since the day of our fight. "I don't want to keep ignoring you!"

He took a few more steps towards me. "You don't have to." he whispered. Our faces were inches away from each other's. His warm breath tickled my face, softly.

"I-"

"Cassy?" a voice cried from the hallway. I broke away from Ethan and ran over to Grayson, jumping into his wide arms.

"Thank you, Gray," I was started to tear up, "Thank you for saving me."

"What?" he lifted my face up to his and I could see the confused expression on his face. I dropped down from him and turned to look at Ethan, my mouth slightly open.

"You," I stumbled, "You saved me?" I gestured towards Ethan, who scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah."

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Ethan's POV

Hadn't she recognised me the night before? Hadn't she seen that it was me who saved her?

"Yeah." I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck. She just stared at me, her mouth open slightly.

Then there was an awkward silence. A gap where nobody talked. I bit the inside of my bottom lip as she turned to Grayson and walked out of my room.

She hadn't even thanked me. I thought she didn't want to fight with me anymore?

Grayson shut the door behind her and I was left there. I shouldn't have saved her. She didn't even care. She wanted her boyfriend to save her.