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20: His Confession

Loreen's P.O.V. 

Ethan and I wait for Grayson to tell us what he wants to say. Gray just kind of stands there, wobbling.

"Ok, bup. I think you need to go lay down. Come on," Ethan says.

"No! Hold on a second," Grayson breaths. He looks directly at me. "You are hot as fuck and I would bang the hell out of you if you weren't with Eth. Also, what had been holding me back is that I was in love with that whore, Emily but she is a whore," Grayson says. He looks at Ethan. "You got a nice chick. I'm jealous. Treat her right or I will."

"Okay. Let's get you to bed," Ethan says. Ethan helps Grayson walk up the stairs and into Gray's room. He comes back down and sits on the couch next to me. 

I look at him, but he doesn't look back at me. 

"Ethan, look at me," I say.

"Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay? Just watch the show," he says. 

"Please talk to me," I beg him. I reach out and try to grab his hand. He jerks away. "You are acting like it is my fault! Ethan, just talk to me. Look at me. Touch me. Do something. Please," I say to him. He doesn't move. 

I go to put my hand on his face to try to touch him, to tell him I am there but, without looking, he tries to slap my hand away but ends up slapping my face. I know he didn't mean it, but I am shocked. I can still feel the sting of the slap. 

He gets up off the couch and goes to his room. I just sit there, stunned. Before I know it, tears are coming out of my eyes. The slap didn't hurt that much, I had been through A LOT worse with my father. It just shocked me. 

I wiped my eyes and continued to watch the show. I have nothing else to do. 

Ethan's P.O.V. 

As I go up to my room, I don't look at her. I am too ashamed. I close my door and lay down

I hadn't meant to hit her. I meant to push her hand away. I honestly don't know why I was upset at her. I should be mad at Grayson. I shouldn't be mad at anyone. You can't control who you think is hot. So why am I so mad?

I might have actually screwed it up with her. I love her so much. Why did I do that? Tears silently fall from my eyes and I shove my head into my pillow. 

I try to fall asleep, but I can't. So, I just lay here. I have nothing else to do. 

Loreen's P.O.V.

I have finished three episodes of Supernatural. I am still thinking of Ethan. He is just upset right now. He didn't mean it, right? I am still in love with him. I have a feeling that even if he threw me to the ground and beat me until I couldn't breath like my father used to do, I would still love him. He couldn't have meant it. 

I don't know what to do. I get up and go to the bathroom. After I am finished, I walk out of the bathroom and before I know it my feet are telling me where to go. 

I stand in front of Ethan's room, my hand on the knob. I slowly turn it and walk in. I close the door lightly and walk across the room to his bed. I don't hear him snoring and it is too dark to see if he is awake. I climb into his bed and put my head on his chest.

He didn't even get undressed to go to sleep. From what I can tell, he still has his jeans on from earlier and his cut-off shirt. He doesn't move when I lay my head on him. I set my hand on his shirt over his abs and start to talk. 

"I don't know if you are awake, but I am still going to talk even if you aren't or are. Listen to me, please. I don't care what Gray thinks about me. I don't care if he tells me that he will give me the world to see me happy because the only thing that will make me happy is being with you, Ethan. I love only you. You can be mad all you want, just know that I am here by your side, even if you don't want me to be at the time. Hear me? I love you. Only you," I say.

His hand moves and goes on top of my head. He slowly moves his hand over my head. "I am so sorry," he whispers. He kisses the top of my head. I can hear his shaky breath and I look at him. I see his eyes watery.

"Don't you cry. I know you didn't mean it. I love you. I love you and you love me so don't you cry," I say to him. 

We lay there like that, his hand on my head on my head on his chest for what seems like forever until I finally fall asleep in his arms. 

- - - - - - - - - - - -

I wake up in the morning. I get up, careful to not wake up Ethan and go to the bathroom. After taking my morning pee, I walk down the stairs and go to the kitchen. Grayson is there at the table eating a pop tart. 

Don't be awkward. Don't be awkward, I tell myself.

"Hey," I say.

"Okay. I literally remember one thing about last night. Either that or it was just a dream and I thought it was until I saw the look you gave me when you walked in so just tell me what I said last night so I know definitely that it wasn't a dream," he bluntly says. 

"Gray. . . you were drunk. You didn't mean to say what you did. It is fine," I assure him.

"Okay well since you didn't tell me what I said, I will guess. Was it along the lines of telling you that I loved you and the only reason that I am not screwing you is because my brother is?" he says. I guess it showed on my face. "Yeah, that's what I thought. It doesn't matter that I was drunk. So you saying it doesn't matter because I was drunk and I didn't mean to say it is bullshit because I meant every word," he says. 

Just then, Ethan walks in the room staring at Grayson. He obviously heard the conversation and he is not happy. I go to say something, but I am cut off my Ethan walking towards Grayson. 

Oh-no. 

*Quick lil note*

Sorry for the cliff, again. I guess that is just what I am good at for ending chapers.

What do my readers think. 

Also, I am going through some tough things right now and I am really glad that I have you guys to ask me to update because it gets me away from real life for a couple of hours. I put a lot of thought into my writing so it means a lot when you guys say that you love the book and ask me to update. You guys cheer me up and for that, I am grateful. Thank you guys sooooooo much!

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