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Megan's POV
That night, Me and Grayson stayed in the worn out building.
I was just stood, looking at the pictures hung on the walls. They were pictures of James and his best fighters. I was up there a few times.
I felt Grayson's eyes land on me.
"What" I said, my voice still had no trace of emotion what so ever.
Grayson didn't say anything. He just walked up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He left soft kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
He spun me around so I was facing him and kissed me passionately.
Grayson carried me over to the makeshift bed that he had made in the corner of the building.
That night, Grayson made me feel loved. For the first time in 6 years, I felt loved. Grayson wasn't my first. That was taken from me a couple years ago.
I woke up wrapped in his strong arms. I got up and took a shower in the changing rooms. When I had finished, Grayson was sat at the computer.
"I've booked your flight. You leave in an hour." He said sounding defeated.
"I'm sorry Grayson" I ran into his arms.
In my mind, I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh or to smile. But nothing happened.
My expression was blank, and my voice was stuck in one tone.
I was broken. Ripped from having any feelings. I was Cold.
I could feel Grayson's tears dripping down his face. I pulled away from the hug and cupped his face, wiping the tears away with my thumbs.
I knew I had to go. I looked into his eyes. I was causing him pain.
I immediately pushed him away and grabbed my bag from the corner of the room.
I walked to the doors and was about to open them.
"Goodbye, Grayson" I said as I opened the doors and left, not waiting to hear his response.
I decided to walk to the airport. I needed to think about what I'm about to get myself into. I need to prepare myself because there may never be anyway out.
Before I knew it, I was at the airport and my flight had been called. I didn't give a shit if any security cameras saw me this time.
I boarded my plane and decided to sleep. This is going to be the last time I get to relax.
...
The flight felt like minutes. The best minutes I will experience for a long time.
I kept dreaming about the intimate night I had shared with Grayson. I hope I see him again.
I got off the plane and got into a taxi. Before I knew it, I was outside my house. I quickly ran to Grayson's and knocked on the door.
Ethan opened the door and looked like he had seen a ghost.
I put my hand over his mouth as I entered his house and shut the door behind me.
"Why the fuck didn't you help my brother" I scolded as I pinned Ethan up against the wall. I kept my voice down as I didn't want anyone to hear us.
"What do you mean? He never asked for help" Ethan said scared.
I released my grip on Ethan and took a few steps back, putting my head in my hands.
"He's such a fucking idiot!" I whisper yelled. I looked up, straight into Ethan's eyes.
"They have him. They are going to kill him. That's the only reason why Im back." I said with no emotion. I still couldn't find the emotion inside of me.
"And Grayson?" He asked worried.
"He's in London. He's not the same as he used to be, Ethan. He's seen things no 17 year old should see. He's watched me kill a man, Ethan." I said as I took steps closer to him.
"He knows how to use a knife, how to use a gun. I have made him into a monster, Ethan. You should have fucking listened to me!" I whisper yelled as I grabbed him by his collar again.
"He will never be the same" I said.
Ethan just looked at me, scared for his life.
"Tell Grayson that I'm sorry. I lied to him. I said everything was going to be okay. Ethan, I think i'm going to die. I told Grayson that I will be fine, that we will see each other again. Ethan, I don't think that is going to happen. I have to do this for my brother. Just let Grayson know that I really was sorry, yeah?" I said to Ethan.
"Megan, don't give up. You can do this. I'm not really sure what it is you have to do, I just know that you can get through this." Ethan said trying to make me feel better.
It didn't do anything because I wasn't feeling sad. I wasn't feeling anything.
I didn't say another word to Ethan. I just turned around and left. I hope this isn't as painful as I'm expecting it to be.
I knocked on my front door.
There He was.
He just stood, staring at me.
"About that job..."
