easy | e. dolan

21. - sweetheart and valentine

(a/n: last chapter sisters. remember: there will be an epilogue!)
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i called 911 as i turned on my car. fear spread throughout my whole entire body and self.

"nine one one, what is the address to your emergency?" a female voice answered the phone, her voice was calm and collected.

"hi um i was almost raped and two humans were just murdered in their home. please come quick." my voice was filled with concern, but i still attempted to remain calm.

"ma'am, please stay on the phone with me while i get some help."

"o-okay."
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i knocked three times, really hard and loud. the door was opened by grayson, he had some grey joggers on and a black muscle tee shirt on while he was barefoot.

my eyes were bloodshot red, watery and extremely puffy. my throats felt as if it were clogged, and my nose was really runny.

"happy birthday." he let out a deep breath, then shook it off with a classic smile.

i chewed on my lip, not knowing how to get the words out there.

grayson is in love with tatum, yet she was killed with her fiancé.

i knew he was in love with her, he told me at cameron's birthday dinner.

this is going to hurt. especially for me, i'm the one telling him.

"grayson, you love tatum, right?"

"of course." he smiled, and my heart felt like it was just shot.

"w-well," i quickly wiped one of my tears. grayson's face dropped, knowing something was wrong.

"she's dead, grayson. she was murdered about an hour ago." i just made a big mistake .

grayson gulped, "you're lying. stop."

grayson fake laughed, trying not to cry.

"gray, it's okay. you can talk to me." i take a step forward and touch his bicep as a tear falls down my right cheek.

grayson flinched at my touch. grayson shoved his face into his palms, letting out a loud sob.

i wiped my tears and wrapped my arms around his torso, rubbing his back with one of my hands.

he still cried, but i didn't mind. actually, take that back. i did. because my bestfriend was just murdered and one of my other best friends is in pain.

"who did it?" he sniffed.

"who did what?"

"who killed her."

"cody. remember him?"

"that piece of shit. where is that motherfucker?" grayson clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated.

"i- i don't know but when i went to tatum's home the lights were off and cody grabbed me and t-touched me. then i escaped and found tatum and her fiancé d-dead."

"where exactly did he touch you? did he touch your pussy, your hips or boobs?" a different male voice spoke from behind grayson, and i instantly knew who it was.

ethan.

his face appeared in the light of the hallway, his hair was slightly messy. his eyes were a light brown, making me go soft. he was shirtless with some black sweatpants and some white socks.

"mm, well not rea-" i started but he cut me off.

"did he touch you in your sensitive spots?" ethans jaw clenched as he licked his lips.

"im not sensitive." i furrowed my eyebrows as i crossed my arms.

"yeah okay, whatever. did. he. touch. you." ethan gritted his white teeth, looking sexy the slightest bit.

"yes, okay? cody touched me in my pussy and boobs and kiss-"

"he fucken kissed you?" and when ethan said those words i knew he was done.

"first he wants to touch you, and then he kisses you? that's bullshit!" ethan's palms curled up and balled them into fist.

"why are you acting like you care?" grayson asked ethan.

"because she doesn't deserve that. no one does." ethan's eyes shined, light appearing making some green splash into his pupil. cutie. cutie. cutie. protective asshole. cutie.

"it's okay, i'm fine now. there is caution tape around the house and cody was taken down to the sheriff's department."

"good. that asshole can finally go to hell." grayson licked his lips.

"y-yeah." i sighed, having me lead myself back to my thoughts.

she left me alone.
she left grayson broken.
she left her family devastated.
she left her whole life behind.
she didn't even get married.
she died with the love of her life, not knowing another man was in love with her.
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"cody felix was announced guilty of the murdered of tatum davis and dylan thomas. he was sentenced in prison for the rest of his life. aviana lamont is a victim of rape from cody, who now wishes miss lamont is dead." the judge spoke into the court room, two years and four months later after tatum and dylan's death, also my birthday.

i'm now twenty four and still single, but i don't mind.

grayson and i do everything together, from waiting for each other outside the bathroom to pranking each other in our sleep.

ethan and i are still friends, too. we hangout occasionally, but not alone. grayson or cameron are either with us.

"miss lamont, is there anything you would like to say to mister felix?" the judge asked me, and i could feel the audiences eyes burning through the back of my head.

my eyes shifted to cody, anger filling inside me.

"you killed my bestfriend. you made me go through hell. she's dead now. there's nothing i can do about it. i'll miss her. i always have. always will. just know, that everybody in this room, hates you." i said through the microphone and stood up, walking out of the court room.
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grayson and i were having a sleepover, and we had blankets and pillows all over his living room. the two air mattresses were comfy, we each had our own.

i was in my phone scrolling through instagram at three a.m., and grayson was setting up the xbox so we could play fortnite.

i went to my explore page and read a quote from @instaUser , and it really touched my heart.

i didn't cry or anything, it just like had my heart being poked with with sharp needles and going deeper by the second.

it read, "if two ex lovers can remain friends, it means they are still deeply in love with each other or never were."

i sighed, my mind swirling with millions of thoughts.

if ethan and i are still friends, does that mean.. we could still have a, chance?
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epilogue is going up tomorrow! you're beautiful. i love you!
stay safe precious sisters. 💗
-Eli