Part 23

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I sobbed as I got in the police car. The cops had wrapped me in a blanket and had talked me out of the shock I was in.

" Let me see Grayson please!", I cried banging the windows.

The cops started talking and telling me to calm down and tried to stop me me from crying.

" We'll take care of your friend...", the cop talked me calm and closed the car door.

I sit in the car alone, hugging my knees. I let out steady breaths and soon break into an uncontrollable sob.

I need to see Grayson...

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A Few Hours Earlier

Ethan pushed Grayson off of him. A tear had fallen from his eyes.

" I can't lose you Ella...", Ethan looked at me.

" You won't Ethan...", I ran up to him and wrapped my arms around him. Our foreheads rested upon each others and we let out heavy breaths.

Grayson sighed looking at us.

" But you're not going to take her from me! I love her! I love Ella, Grayson!", Ethan got away from me and walked up to Grayson.

" Me too.", Grayson said pissed.

" Grayson!", I screamed. Ethan ran towards Grayson.

Grayson took off down the street, Ethan following. They turn the corner and I see car lights and hear a car screech.

" Grayson!", Ethan shouts and the car stops.

I hear Ethan crying and shouting  and started running towards them.

" Someone call 911!"

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The cops drive me to the hospital as I sob. I'm going crazy. I don't know what I'm going to do if I lose him...

The cops took me to the hospital. I needed to see Grayson and the cops helped give me a lift.

Ethan went with Grayson in the ambulance. I wasn't allowed to go because I wasn't family...

Everything was going to fast, everything was such a blur. Grayson got hit by a car! And was it my fault?

Maybe if I had never come over, maybe if I had never drove Grayson to chase me outside, maybe if I didn't tell Grayson I felt the same way about him, had this ever happen.

We arrive at the hospital and I jump out of the car.

" Where's Grayson?! Grayson, Dolan?!", I screamed at the front desk lady.

She flipped through papers and adjusted her glasses.

" Room 401"

I ran to his room, turning corners, taking stairs, bumping into people roaming the halls.

" Grayson!", I see his room number and run to the door. I turn the knob but it doesn't twist open. Curtains covering the windows, I let out a cry.

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