Angel's pov
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My phone blaring in the middle of the night is what woke me up. I read the caller id, which read Ethan. I answered, pushing myself into a sitting position.
"Hello?" I asked, groggily.
"Grayson, stop! Oh- Angel?" Ethan yelled on the other end of the phone. I could hear things breaking in the back ground, which worried me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, jumping out of bed and walking over to my light switch. I heard more breaking, like someone was throwing glass stuff to the floor.
"No! Grayson is going crazy, I don't know what happened. Please come over. You always calm him down." Ethan's voice held worry. I knew I could go over there and help.
"Okay," I sighed, "I'll be there in five minutes." I hung up the phone and grabbed my backpack, shoving a pair of jeans and a hoodie into it. I ran out of my room and grabbed my keys and quietly went out the front door. I didn't want to wake my mom up, she'd question me.
I drove as fast as I could, safely, to the twin's house. I noticed the lights were on, all of them that had a front view of the house. I quickly got out of the car and rushed to the door. I heard yelling, but no breaking.
"Shut up!" Grayson yelled as I pushed the front door open. The house fell silent, and Ethan looked worried. I stepped into view of the kitchen, Grayson's face drained expression. He looked so upset. His face was red, veins popping out everywhere on his body, and his eyes were bloodshot. I noticed blood on his hand, and then shattered glass all over the floor. It was scary, like a scene from a horror movie.
"Why did y-you c-call her?" Grayson asked, bringing his hands to his face. He smeared blood onto his cheek with his one hand that must be cut.
"Oh, Grayson." I whispered to myself as I looked at the poor boy in despair. He looked at me sadly, I looked at Ethan who now looked more upset then worried.
"Come here, let me clean up your hand." I spoke softly, holding out my hand for Grayson. He shook his head and looked down. "Gray, let me help you. Come talk to me." He looked up again and started to walk towards me.
I lead him into their downstairs bathroom and had him sit on the side of the bathtub. He had tears rolling down his cheeks, making my heart break.
"Babe, what happened?" I asked, closing the bathroom door softly. He looked at me and rubbed his face. I took his hand that was bleeding and looked at it, "this is so deep. Gray, how did you manage to do this?"
"I-I had a dream," he sighed, "a really-really bad dream." His voice cracked. I'm begging to think Grayson has had a lot more emotional damage than he likes to show everyone.
"Lets clean this up, go up to your room, lay down, and you can tell me about it. Okay?" I offered. He nodded, "okay."
I grabbed some wound cleaner from the cabinet and sprayed his cut out, then grabbed some gauge, and wrapped some ace bandage around it. I then wipes his face with a warm towelette. He was quiet but he was still staring at me sadly, he looked embarrassed.
"Come on. Lets go to your room." I opened the door and held my hand out for him. He took it and followed me out and up the stairs. I saw Ethan cleaning up the mess out of the corner of my eye. He nodded at me as I smiled at him.
