So this is my life.
I wake up, I check social media, I go to college, I come home and watch YouTube or Facetime my bestfriend, Beth. That's pretty much my day to day life anyway. I guess you could say I'm a vlogger too. A pretty small one but it all...
Kyla's POV I left Ethan in the Warehouse, I had to take some time to myself. I could feel my feelings becoming mixed up and confused again. Just when I had finally made a decision and dedicated myself to Gray, Ethan came back and fucked my head up again. I had missed him, I'll admit that, but spending time with him only confused me about what I felt towards him. I still didn't know whether it was love or lust, but something always pulled me back to him. Something I didn't understand, but I loved Grayson and I finally had him now.
I think.
Sitting on the sofa, I phoned Gray again, hoping he'd pick up. But, once more, I was met with voicemail. I'll admit that I grew more worried as time went by without him saying a word. It had been nearly 3 days since he left, I didn't know whether he was okay or if he was safe or anything. Ethan said he called his Gran to ask if he was staying there, she said she hadn't heard anything from him either. Lisa was coming over today and I had no idea how to explain to her where one of her Son's were or why he left. I sat with my head in my hands, not knowing what to do. I wanted to find Gray, tell him I'm sorry. I just wanted to hear him tell me he loves me one more time, that was all. I couldn't keep pretending to be strong, but I needed to for Ethan. I knew his situation was much worse than mine, I felt selfish for feeling this way when his problem was much more severe than mine.
Ethan walked into the living room and joined me on the sofa. "Are you okay?" "I'm just worried is all. What are we meant to tell Lisa?" "I don't know, but we can't tell her what happened.. she's already under a lot of stress. Gran said she can't stop crying over Dad." "I don't blame her..." He sighed and leant his head on my shoulder. "I'm sorry" "Why?" I asked confused. "I know I'm making things harder for you and I know you'd rather I just gave up and let you be with Gray... I've tried, I jus-" "It's not that. I don't want you to give up, E. It's just hard to explain..." "Do you love me?" "I..." My phone buzzed suddenly. I looked down at the screen.
'Grayson sent a text'
Ethan sat up and looked at me, I felt my heart race. I felt the need to cry for some reason. Unlocking my phone only made the feeling worse.
I read the message and felt my heart sink...
'Kyla, please stop calling. I'm fine, but I can't tell you where I am. I don't know when I'll be back... I've sat and thought about everything and, after listening to some advice, I've decided that it's best if we break up. I'm sorry, I am. You're still my best friend and I don't want to lose that. I love you, I always have, but I can't forgive you right now 💚'
Almost crushing my phone, I felt the lump in my throat begin to grow. Tears filled my eyes, I didn't want Ethan to see me crying again. I walked upstairs into Gray's room, ignoring whatever Ethan said as I left the living room. I locked the door and fell to the floor. Rereading the message hurt way too much, I'm not sure why I reread it to be honest. Knowing he was alive and okay made me feel slightly better but no way near enough not to curl up into a ball on the floor. I held Gray's hoodie and screamed into it. I couldn't help but cry and scream. I'd never felt this heartbreak before.
Not with Ethan, not with my ex... Not with anyone.
I heard Ethan run upstairs and try to open the door. "Kyla? Kyla, open up!" I couldn't reply, I just continued crying on the floor. "Kyla! I'll break the door, I swear." I still didn't move.
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like Ethan kicking the door. I didn't move. I didn't care if the door hit me at this moment in time. After about kicking the door 8 times, Ethan broke through and the door flew over my head and over to the bed. He ran over to me and scooped me up from the floor, into his arms. He carried me into his room and sat on the bed holding me. "I've got you, babygirl. I'm here. Shh" he tried his best to calm me. I stopped screaming but I couldn't stop crying.
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I needed Grayson. That's all I wanted right now.
(If I made you cry again, please don't attack and or throw ducks at me. 🦆💗
