*In process of editing*
Megan's POV
I pulled into the airport.
Now I just need to find a way of getting onto a plane, without any money, and without a passport...
I opened the boot of the jeep.
There was a black bag in there.
I opened the bag and smirked.
Money.
I stole the right jeep.
I smiled as I took some money and stuffed it into my jacket. The people that took me had given me clothes to change into. How nice of them.
I walked into the airport. I bought myself new clothes, food, and got myself a new passport. I then walked back to the jeep.
I took some more money and put it into another bag. There were thousands. I knew it would be a bit suspicious if I was to take a lot, so I only took a couple hundred. This should get me home.
I booked a flight to LA.
I wonder how my brother is. Ethan better have done what I said.
I boarded my flight and fell asleep. I haven't had a decent night sleep for ages. It felt so nice being on a comfortable surface.
I was woken as we were about to land. I wonder if Damien thinks I'm dead?
I had a couple cuts on my face, but nothing too major. I collected my bag and made my way out of the airport.
I got the first taxi, straight to Grayson's house.
...
The taxi pulled up to his house.
His car wasn't there. He must be out.
I went up to the door and knocked on it, just in case. There was no answer.
I picked the lock of the door and walked right in. I made sure to lock it again once I was inside.
I walked into the living room and just sat down on the couch to wait for him to get back.
Suddenly the door opened. I stood up. Grayson walked into the living room and froze. He looked at me... then fainted.
I was at his side immediately and lifted him onto the couch. I sat down and placed his head in my lap.
I played with his hair, just like he used to do to me, until he woke up.
"Megan!" He yelled as he sat up and pulled me into his arms.
"Y-you're not dead?!" He whispered into my hair.
"No, Grayson. I promised you I would be okay." I said as I held him whilst he sobbed.
I cupped his face in my hands. For the first time, I felt something. I felt happiness, being in Grayson's arms.
I felt the warmth of him drowning out the Cold in me.
I pulled him towards me as I kissed him. It felt so right being in his arms. I pulled away from the kiss and just hugged him tightly.
"I-I thought you were gone, Megan." Grayson said as tears streamed from
his eyes.
"I-I didn't know what to do" He said, still sobbing.
"I'm here Grayson. A couple scratches, but apart from that I'm fine." I said.
He looked at me and held my face in his hands. He was examining my cuts.
He stood up and lead me into the kitchen. He picked me up and placed me on the counter. Grayson stood in between my legs as he cleaned my cuts.
The door opened again and in walked Ethan with Joseph.
Ethan stood there frozen.
"Joseph!" I yelled as I jumped of the counter and ran to him.
I held him in my arms as he cried.
"I'm so sorry, Joe. It's okay, I'm here now. I'm here." I said as I rubbed my hand up and down his back. He was holding me so tightly, like if he let go, I would disappear again.
"B-but You died?" Ethan choked out as he just stared at me.
I stood up and Ethan hugged me.
"I didn't. I wasn't in the building." I said as I held him.
Grayson walked over to us and picked up Joseph. He then joined in with mine and Ethan's hug.
The 4 of us stood there, just holding each other. Ethan still looked shocked as I pulled away from the hug.
Grayson then grabbed my hand and lead me back over to the counter. He placed his hands on my thighs as he lifted me to sit on it again. He then proceeded to finish cleaning my cuts.
I looked at him.
"Does Damien think I'm dead?" I asked. He didn't answer me.
"Grayson?" I said. He still didn't answer. I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look me in the eyes.
"I don't know." He said. I just nodded. He then pulled me closer to him.
"I can't believe this is real." He said. It sounded muffled as his face was pressed against my body.
"Oh its real... pretty boy"
I kissed him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he had his around my waist.
