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HEY, GUYS SO IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY READ MY PREFERENCE OF THE WAREHOUSE ACCIDENT FOR ETHAN GO READ IT NOW! THIS IS A PART TWO AND WON'T MAKE SENSE IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART ONE!
Once you got to the house you shared with the twins you went into your shared bedroom, pulled your suitcase out from underneath the bed and began to angrily throw clothes into it. You had stopped crying halfway to the house because you realized how angry you were. You spent the last three and a half years thinking yours and Ethan's relationship was actually healthy. But after tonight you realized it was only one-sided. When did he stop loving you? What did you do to start the chain reaction? He didn't even show any signs of a difference.
After you had calmed down, you tried calling him a few times but it went straight to voicemail. You were going to try and talk it out with Grayson and get advice from him but you didn't want to wake him up. You also didn't want to stay the whole night, just in case it fueled a fight for the next morning. Instead, you sat on the couch, watching the door for three hours. He never returned. So, you grabbed what you could carry in a suitcase and two duffle bags, got in your car and drove.
* 5 MONTHS LATER *
Months had gone by since the incident and he never tried to reach you. It was as if after you left he had vanished from the Earth. Grayson tried calling you every now and again but you forced yourself to neglect him. If Ethan didn't want you around then you would do your best and erase yourself. You ended up getting a job as a secretary at a law office. You hated everything about the job, especially your co-worker Marcus. In the beginning, Marcus was sweet, charming and polite. But soon after you'd been working there for a while you realized he was a pig with a cocky attitude. You started to wonder if Ethan had been that way all along but you were just blind to it. Blinded by his every little perfection.
After another horrid day at work, you drug yourself home to your apartment. It wasn't a bad place to live. It had a den, a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom and a secluded pool for residents of the complex. You didn't need much seeing as you were mainly at work. You unlocked the door that had a nasty habit of jamming. After forcing it open you dropped your purse on the ground, kicked your uncomfortable heels off and tossed your keys on the counter.
You made an easy microwaveable meal and sat on your couch to watch re-runs of Spanish soaps. You didn't know what they were saying but it always brought you joy to guess what they were doing, especially when something unexpected would happen.
You hadn't even realized you'd fallen asleep on the couch until you heard a knock at your door. You checked the time on your phone and tensed up, it was three in the morning. Who was knocking at your door this early? You grabbed a baseball bat that you had placed by your bedroom in case of an intruder and slowly made your way to the door. You could hear the rain beating down on the roof as you clutched the wood of the bat tightly.
One hand held the bat in place while the other unlocked and slowly opened the door. Grayson? You dropped your weapon and jumped at him for a hug. You had no intentions of ever speaking to him again but seeing him in front of you brought on a whole new attitude. You had missed him, even if his brother was now dead to you, or so you liked to think. He welcomed your embrace and lifted you off the ground.
You allowed him to come in and out of the rain that fell from the dark sky. "How did you find me?" You asked, cocking your brow, realizing you'd moved hours away and didn't tell anyone of your whereabouts.
