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Megan's POV
The gang finally calmed me down. It had been about 5 minutes since Ethan and Joseph walked into the building.
"Okay, Im going alone" I said as I stood up and fixed my jacket.
"Megan, that wasn't the plan-"
"I don't fucking care what the plan was. I don't want to cause a big scene, if anyone sees big men entering then they will freak. Just let me do this" I said as I walked away, not taking no for an answer.
I made my way to the back of the house, looking through the windows as I went. I found a window that showed Ethan with his uncle and Joseph.
Ethan wasn't going to mention anything about Grayson, he was going to try and make Shawn think that he's helping him.
I watched them closely, until I heard a large groan.
Grayson.
I walked around the corner and found an entrance to a cellar. There was a man guarding it.
I snuck behind the man, and instantly knocked him out, being careful to not make a sound.
My hood was up and my bandana was covering my face, just incase anybody saw me.
I opened up the wooden hatch like door and jumped into the hole that was used as a door.
I landed and rested my hand on the ground as I looked up. I looked around the room to find 4 men, beating Grayson.
I grabbed my knife from my jacket as one charged at me. I stabbed him without a single hesitation. It had to be done.
I then swung at another as he kicked my knife from my hand. I dropped to the floor as I spun around, causing him and another man to fall to their knees.
I ran to Grayson and ripped the man holding him, off him. Grayson then proceeded to beat that man, whilst I took the other 2.
I stabbed one of the men, and knocked out the other. By the time I was finished with them, Grayson had knocked out the man who had been holding him.
I looked to Grayson as a tear fell from my eye. He looked so hurt.
His face covered in blood and bruises. His eyes showed nothing but pain.
"Come on" I said quickly.
I ran to him and grabbed his hand as I pulled him underneath the hole that I had entered from.
It was about a 9 foot drop, so I grabbed a chair from the corner of the room. I was still too short to reach the entrance, so Grayson gave me a boost. He pushed me up and I pulled myself out of the cellar. I then looked around to see if anyone was coming.
I stood up and looked into the window, a man stood right on the other side of it, looking straight at me.
"Grayson someone's seen me!" I yelled as I fell to my knees and tried to help him up.
"Jump!" I yelled.
He jumped, but couldn't get out.
"Keep trying!" I yelled.
He tried again, but failed.
That's when a man came from behind me and threw me to the ground.
"Megan!" Grayson yelled.
Shit.
He said my fucking name.
Now I have to kill this man.
I took my knife out and killed him instantly. Another man came running over. Once he reached me, we fought for about 30 seconds, util he was lead unconscious on the floor. I then got on my knees and put my hand out to Grayson again.
"Fucking jump!" I yelled as I pulled at his hand. He still couldn't seem to get out.
I pushed his hand away and jumped back down into the cellar.
I then got behind Grayson and pushed him up.
He finally made it out of the cellar.
He then reached his hand out to me.
I couldn't even reach his hand, I was too short.
"Go" I said as I stared into his eyes.
"No, Megan I'm not leaving without you" He said.
"Fucking go" I said again.
Grayson didn't budge.
"Grayson you're hurt, the gang are in the bushes around the back of the building. Fucking go!" I yelled this time.
I didn't give Grayson anytime to say anything, before I pulled the door shut to the cellar. I locked it and stood back.
How the fuck am I gonna get out of here.
I grabbed one of the many guns that were placed in the room, and made my way to a staircase.
I took a deep breath and loaded the gun. I then tried opening the door, for some stupid reason, it was unlocked. I thought Shawn would be smarter than this.
I opened the door slowly, and looked around. There was nobody in sight, so I made my way out of the cellar.
My bandana was still hiding my identity. That's when I had an idea.
Instead of leaving the house, I looked for Joseph. He has to still be here, Shawn wouldn't have taken him somewhere already.
I looked around the house, until I came to a room at the end of a corridor. The room was still on the bottom floor.
The door was opened slightly, so I looked through the crack.
There they were.
Joseph sat on a chair, as Damien and Shawn stood over him.
I couldn't hear what they were saying, I just knew I had to get Joseph out of there.
I had an idea.
I ran through the house, until I found myself outside, heading towards the gang.
"Create a scene!" I yelled as I finally reached them.
"What?" Some of them asked in confusion.
"Create a fucking scene! I'm going back in, I am not leaving my brother!" I yelled as I started running in the direction of the house.
2 strong arms were immediately wrapped around me, pulling me back towards the gang.
It was Grayson.
"Get the fuck of me!" I yelled as I tried to get out of his grip. He wouldn't let go, so I turned around and punched him straight in the face.
Grayson lost his balance and fell backwards. Other gang members, along with Ethan, then tried to grab me.
"No!" I yelled as I started swinging at everyone who came near me.
I kept pushing everyone away, and punching anyone that got too close. I kept trying to make my way towards the building, but wasn't getting very far as nearly the whole gang were trying to pull me back.
I had hit some people so hard, that they had fallen to the floor from one punch.
My vision started to blur as my tears were flowing like a river on a stormy day.
My punches became weaker as I started to sob, allowing Grayson grab me from behind, holding my arms down.
He picked me up and took me into the bushes, I was still sobbing uncontrollably.
Grayson put me on the floor and sat on me, straddling my waist. He then put my arms above my head and held them there so I couldn't move.
I finally gave in and lead still.
I was now crying.
"I'm sorry" I cried out to Grayson as he stared into my eyes, the look of pain and guilt plastered all over him.
He released my arms and wrapped his around my waist as he pulled my body onto of his. I was now sitting on his lap, facing him, as he was still sat up.
His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist and mine were tightly around his neck. We held each other as we cried, not daring to let go.
