Hide Me - Dolan Twins

Nineteen - Blank Space

Guiliana's POV
"I don't know exactly what or how it happened but I was kidnapped. I spent weeks inside that house, tied up. I didn't know what they wanted from me. They just had me there. Helpless. I couldn't move or talk or anything. Then one day the guy that was keeping me captive decided to help me escape. I don't know why and I didn't ask, but I know he wasn't supposed to. And I know that they are still looking for me. They didn't kill me so they need me for some reason but I don't know why and I don't think they'll stop till they find me", I finished letting out a deep breath. I didn't know how he'd react. I mean he was the one that helped me. I don't know where I'd be if he hadn't been there.

"Ethan say something, please", I pleaded while wiping my eyes. I had to tell him. After listening to him all these emotions came flowing out of me. My mind wouldn't allow me to keep the secret anymore. I couldn't hide my identity any longer or my situation. It had been eating me up inside knowing just how much danger I was in and that I was all alone in it. Yeah I told Maria but that wasn't enough. And on top of that he had just opened up to me so the least I could do was come clean.

"Are you serious?", he asked turning to look at me. Nigga

"Yes I'm serious Ethan why would I joke about something like this", I tell him turning my head to the side and looking at him.

"So when I found you-"

"Yes", I say cutting him off and nodding my head.

"And those bruises and cuts"

"Yes", I say as I inhaled.

"Why didn't you say something about this before?! Rose this is serious why are you just now saying this?!", he spoke as he got up and ran his hands through his head.

"It's Guiliana", I whisper. He turned to face me.

"Rose, Guiliana, whatever it doesn't matter you literally have people trying to kill you!", he shouted as he slammed his hands down.

"I know I know I- it's just it feels like it happened so long ago but at the same time it's like it happened yesterday. I mean I can still feel the way I felt. The pain on my wrists, the hopelessness I felt. I dunno I guess I've been trying to convince myself that I'm not in danger".

"Have you told Grayson?", he asked and sat back down next to me. Telling Grayson was not an option.

"No I haven't and you can't tell him either. If he finds out that I lied about who I was and that I have bad people out to get me he would get rid of me so quickly and I don't know what I'd do.", I finish. I told myself I would only stay for a month but I wasn't ready to leave. Not yet. Something was telling me that it wasn't safe.

"Are you kidding me you have to tell him! Trust me he'll handle it".

"What do you mean handle it?", I ask. There was no way I was going to let Grayson kill someone and possibly get arrested for me.

"Listen uh - Guiliana. There is a lot about Grayson you don't know. The things he does. I can't tell you but you're gonna have to ask him for yourself"

"Ok fine but just promise me that you won't say anything", I tell him.

"Fine I promise", he replied, nodding his head and proceeding to walk away.

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After talking to Ethan I didn't know what to think. What Ethan was going through was complete new ground for me. I couldn't relate to his pain and grief even if I tried. Sure I lost my father when I was really young and I barely even remember him or his death, but that doesn't give me the slightest of idea of how it feels like to loose someone close. Even if it was three years ago, I could only imagine the pain he was still going through. I mean he bawled his eyes out and started crying like a baby in front of me. I felt so bad that I even started crying. And the worst part of it all was how angry he was. At himself. At Grayson. Maybe I should listen to Ethan. If he didn't care about the pain he caused his own brother then why would he care about me. I was just some girl that showed up, another mouth to feed; I couldn't possibly help or change him in any way. He was a monster, and he knew it too. He pulled out a gun impulsively twice since I had been here and one of the two times it was on me. Who's to say he wouldn't do it again? And who's to say the next time he wouldn't pull the trigger. And I had a feeling that whatever Ethan wanted me to ask Grayson wouldn't provide reassuring answers.