Finding Leila

Tacos Tacos Tacos

Ethan's pov

"You know it'd be nice if you told me this, I would NOT have cried like a little baby, or even tried to kill myself. I'D PROBABLY BE DEAD RIGHT NOW IF YOU DIDN'T WALK IN!" I smiled at Grayson, as he walked around the room furiously.

I couldn't help but laugh. He did cry like a little baby.

"I didn't know that Leila was going to walk into your room." I furrowed my eyebrows in thought. Why would Leila walk in there? "Why did she walk in there in the first place?" Grayson stopped, looked out in space, deep in thought.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on, just tell me. It had to be pretty bad if you were going to kill yourself." I hesitated, wondering why he would do that. "Why did you try to kill yourself in the first place?"

"Just don't worry about it Ethan!" He yelled, glaring at me.

"Why won't you just tell me? I'm your bother Grayson, you should talk to me if somethings going on!" Why was he getting so angry at me? Ohhh, right. He's bipolar. Forgot.

"Because nothing going on! Just leave me alone!" He sat down against the wall, looking everywhere but me.

We were at a hotel, getting ready to go to Leila's 'funeral'. I didn't think they did those things that quick.

"Fine. Let's go."

Leila's pov

He cried.

Grayson cried.

I never thought someone so cold could cry like a baby.

Right now I'm laying in a coffin and that's all I can think about. I can still hear his sobs. I heard everything.

I felt him take the gun and heard him throw it somewhere.

I can still hear him screaming my name.

I wanted a reason why Grayson raped me, and now I have one. I knew that he meant he was sorry when he pretty much started crying before I shot the gun.

I didn't expect any of this to happen.

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"Okay, Leila. You can come out." Finally. This casket is small.

The top of the casket opened, and I instantly smelled fresh air.

"Thank god I'm out of that thing. I was about to go insane." I smiled at Ethan, as he helped me out. I looked behind him to see Grayson looking down, a few feet away.

"What up with him?" I whispered to Ethan.

"He's been out of it all day. I can't get him to say anything without him yelling." I rolled my eyes.

"Point a gun at him. That'll work." I laughed. "Grayson!" I yelled, making him jump and look up at me. "Let's go! I want tacos." I looked between the both of them, while they both laughed at me.

"Let's go then."

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"So. We need to talk about yesterday." Ethan spoke, taking a drink of Baja blast.

"What about yesterday?" I said, putting mild sauce on my soft taco. I really do have a passion for tacos. Homemade fried tacos though, are my all time favorite.

"Why'd you go in Grayson's room before you," Ethan looked around to watch the other people around us. "did the thing?" I froze.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Ethan looked between me, and Grayson. "So this is the reply I'm gonna get from the both of you?" He sighed when none of us spoke up.

"Maybe we can talk about it later?" I looked to Grayson, then to Ethan. "I don't want to hide my past anymore. But I'm starving, so I'd like to eat my tacos in peace." Ethan rolled his eyes, and nodded.
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Sorry it's a short chapter, I really wanted what happens next to be in the next chapter.

Summers almost here!! I'm so excited my last day is next Tuesday (may 22) so hopefully after then, I'll be able to finish this book?

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