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I swallowed hard and I could feel Grayson tense up as his own family stares at him like a stranger. Ethan looks away and laughs quietly while his mom and dad rose to their feet, not saying a word. Mom touches the glass one last time and her and Ethan make strong eye contact before she leaves. Dad had his hands on her shoulders to comfort her some more but that obviously wasn't working. They both walk past us, "-all you fault, this is all your fault, all your-" Their mom mumbles as she walks past with their dad giving us a hateful glance. I could tell Gray felt broken but he was on a mission and didn't have time to feel sorry for himself.

Now, here on this moment everything went cold, quiet. We were facing a ruthless monster. We stare at Ethan and he stares back at us and smiles, he picks up the phone that hung to his right side and held it to his ear. He eyes the phone our side as a signal to pick it up, he obviously had something he wanted to chat about. Grayson clenches his jaw and sniffles before putting the phone to his ear. He takes a seat on the cold metal chair that was beside him, I stand beside him and put my ear against the back of the phone in hopes I could catch some of the words Ethan had prepared to say. He licks his lips when we make eye contact and my stomach turns viscously.

He laughs before our conversation begins, "It's been a minute since I've seen you bro, thought you've forgotten about me." He says dryly. He then glances back in my direction, I feel and see his eyes looking up and down my body. His stare made me feel cold. I step behind Grayson and he begins to speak aggressively. "Cut the shit E, what are you planning to do to us? Are you gonna do what you did to Aaron? Huh?" Grayson yells, his face was so close to the glass that separated him and Ethan you could see his breath form fog as he breathed heavily. Ethan stood from his chair to be equal height will gray, they were now eye level and by the look on Grayson's face I could tell he was scared and nervous. "I don't know what you're talking about Grayson.. how could I have done something to Aaron when I'm locked up in here?" He says sarcastically with no facial expression.

"Ethan, we know you sent Lucas to try and kill Aaron. So what do you plan to do to us? WHAT IS IT? Who are you gonna send? You know it doesn't even matter because this place is filled with harsh security, you can't do shit!" Grayson yells, by now guards are staring in our direction. I tug on his shirt signaling to quiet down. Ethan stares at Grayson in the eyes before he speaks.
"You see Grayson when you put me in here you took everything from me, my freedom, my family, my friends, my life. I intend to do the EXACT same to you, ya see? So watch your back because I will be out soon and when I get out I will be RIGHT there and there will be NO ONE to stop me, I will hurt anyone who tries to get on the way. WATCH. YOUR. BACK." Ethan says so aggressive you could see the spit jump from his mouth onto the glass. He sees the guard grab ahold of his gun holster as a warning. Ethan backs up then looks at me.
"-watch hers too." He laughs quietly. I swallow hard and my stomach did a back flip.

"W-what do you me-" before Grayson finished his sentence Ethan hung up the phone and walked toward the guard who would escort him back to his cell. Grayson dropped the phone and rubbed his face with frustration. The female guard came out and saw we were still standing here. "Visitation is over, you have to leave." Me and Gray nod and he grabs me by the waist and we exit. We walk to the car in a fast pace paranoid and suspicious. Grayson throughly searches the car inside and out. I stand there, thinking. Grayson have the "O.K" and we both got in the car and then my thoughts became words, "What if it's all a hoax. What if he has no one and he just wants us to be paranoid until he actually comes out. What if this is apart of his plan?" I say confident in my conspiracy.

"But what if it's not?" Grayson asks almost immediately. I hadn't thought about that.
"We-we need to get out of here- screw clothes we can always get new clothes. We need to leave. But I don't know where- where would we even go." Grayson announced frustrated punching the steering wheel. I sunk with the thought that came into my mind, and Grayson could tell. "T, do you know a place?" He asks grabbing my hand. I nod slowly. "Well, w-where?"
I lick my dry lips then look into his eyes,
"My moms."