Hide Me - Dolan Twins

Seventeen - Dont make a sound

Guiliana's POV

It was later that day. I had taken a nap after my shower and was awoken by the sound of mumbled voices yelling. I sat up in my bed and listened carefully to the noise coming from what sounded like the living room.

"LIKE I SAID BEFORE, WHATEVER YOU THINK YOU WANT TO D-", I heard what sounded like Ethan say but couldn't quite make out the rest. Although it might seem nosy I had to hear what they were talking about. I was curious and I mean who wouldn't be. In an effort to hear them more clearly I got up from the bed and slowly cracked open the door.

"Ethan just shut the hell up. I mean seriously dude you got some hurt that you really need to let go". That was Grayson.

"HURT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! THAT SHIT WAS YOUR FAULT. ITS ALWAYS YOUR FAULT"

"Ethan you don't know what the hell you're talking about. Everything happens for a reason. That's what dad always said. You need to grow some balls and learn that and then maybe you can be half the man I am."

"Everything happens for a reason? Is that what helps you sleep at night? You have so much blood on your hands but you're too fucked up in the head to see what's wrong. Trust me you are far from a man. Too bad I'm the only one that knows you well enough to see that. You're a coward Grayson"

"A coward huh?". Then I heard the sound of a gun cocking. Holy shit. I've heard of siblings fighting but this is a little extreme. I needed to see what was going on. Who knows maybe I could calm them down. Although I was scared as hell and didn't know what they were arguing about, I didn't want something bad to happen. To either of them.

"FUCKING SHOOT ME THEN GRAYSON. SHOOT ME. Oh right you can't because you and I both know what would happen if you do". I crept slowly down the hallway, my hands shaking. As the living room came into view I saw Ethan and Grayson standing face to face, a gun sat in Grayson's hand which was raised to Ethan's chest. The tension was so thick between them that they hadn't noticed me making my way towards them.

"I DONT NEED ANYONE. I DIDNT NEED MOM. I DIDNT NEED DAD AND I CERTAINLY DONT NEED YOU", he yelled tightening his grip on his gun. My fear kicked in.

"GRAYSON STOP", I shouted, my voice trembling. Grayson lowered his gun and both of them turned to face me.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but you aren't my brother. You've changed Grayson. This has changed you. Dad was right. But just remember you can't go any farther without my approval so keep up", Ethan said to his brother, ignoring my interjection and walking out of the house.

"ARGHHHHHH", Grayson screamed as he smashed his gun through the tv, shattering the screen into a million pieces. I flinch in response to the loud sound. Whatever Ethan said to him must've really pissed him off.

"Fuck", he whispered while staring at his hand.

"Grayson please calm down", I say moving closer to him. Yes he was an asshole but that didn't mean I couldn't help him. He was clearly going through it and I couldn't stand seeing him in that state. He slowly rose his head up from looking at the glass he had just broken.

"Stay out of this", he told me as he wiped blood off of his knuckles onto the handkerchief that was in his suit. Then he placed his gun back into place on his waistline.

"Please let me help you," I say reaching for his badly cut up hand. He had really done a number on it and there were pieces of glass sticking out. Our hands slightly grazed before he pulled his back.

"It's ok", I whispered gently, reaching for his hand once again. Although reluctant, he placed his hand in mine and I began to take out the pieces of glass lodged all over his hand.

"Wait here", I say leaving the room. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a rag, a bowl, and bandages that I found under the sink. Phew. That was intense. Just breathe Guiliana. Breathe. After filling the bowl with warm water and a bit of hand soap, I walked back to the living room and found Grayson sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and placed the items next to me.

"Why am I like this?", he whispered. Oh shit was he having a life crisis moment? I didn't know how to respond. I racked my brain for answers, looking for one that wouldn't piss him off. So instead I reach for his hand. The blood had began to drip into a scarlet pool beside his right foot. I took his hand and with my other free hand I dipped the end of the cloth in the soapy water. As I began to wipe the blood off his hand I noticed that his body had tensed up.

"Why are you helping me? I've been nothing but rude to you", he said raising his head to look at me.

"Because I want to. My mother always told me to help people. She grew up in the Dominican Republic and knew first hand just how far a little help could go. And then when she married my dad who was a black man in America, she saw on a broader scale how helping people and coming together was important.", I say, my eyes still focused on my task. Speaking about my mother was making me realize just how much I missed her.

"You talk about your mother a lot", he replied. I noticed that his body tensed up and he had to cough out the word "mother".

"Yeah I guess I do", I reminisced as I began to bandage his hand.

"I'm a bad guy Rose. Ethan is right. You need to stay away from me", he said, brushing an out of place curl behind my ear. His touch was gentle. Caring even.

"There are no such things as bad guys. Just good guys who do bad things", I say as I looked up to meet his dark brown eyes. I had never seen this side of him before. He was so... Vulnerable. It all made sense now. The "Grayson" he put out was the forced side of him. The version he put out to mask his pain. He didn't want anyone to see this side but as I stared into his eyes I saw all the hurt. Maybe one day we would grow close enough for him to tell me what that hurt was.

"You are beautiful Rose", he told me as he lifted my chin. That was the nicest thing he had ever said to me. Although it would feel a million times better if Rose was really my name. The pull between us was strong. But then I remembered the gun that sat just inches away from me and the scene that unfolded between him and his brother. I cleared my throat and placed the final wrap around his hand.

"Done", I said getting up and wiping my hands on my pants. He looked up at me, amused that I moved away from him.

"Um I- thank you", he spoke as he got up from his seat.

"What? What was that? Did THE macho mighty Grayson just tell ME thank you??", I say mocking him.

"That's cute. But I actually don't give just anyone a thank you so consider yourself lucky", he replied ending his sentence with a wink and left me in the living room. Wow. I think I finally got through to him. I felt a smile creep onto my face. Just as long as you don't catch feelings you'll be fine.

"Rose can I talk to you for a second", a voice said from behind me.