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Chapter Sixteen: "I Hate You Ethan Dolan"

Three weeks later(Thursday)

GRAYSON WAS STILL IN a coma. Ethan had finally agreed to let me see him, but only if I agreed to go on a date with him. I didn't like the idea that he was blackmailing me, but as long as I could see Grayson it was okay.

My arm was still in a cast. It was itchy and sweaty, and I didn't like it. I had hoped to get it removed before graduation night.

I enter the room. Grayson was lying on the bed as lifeless as ever. He was pale and there was barely even any tan in his tone. There was a tube down his throat and he had some in his nose. It was a sad sight. My eyes grew watery just looking at him.

In his skin were cuts from the glass. He had a cast on his left leg and a giant scar followed by stitches on his right. He looked bad.

"If I hadn't started arguing with you that day,  you would've been paying attention to the road. This is all my fault," I whisper. My voice had cracked a bit between the words. I tried to fight back the tears, but I just couldn't.

I run my fingers through his hair. As dead as he looked, Grayson was very much alive. He was warm and his hair was as vibrant as ever. I had wished to see his eyes, but that wasn't happening anytime soon.

I ask myself the question that most people do in this situation. Why do good things happen to bad people and why do bad things happen to good people? That was a mystery to us all, but yet it seemed to affect us dearly. Our lives weren't our own. Some force above us was controlling our fate, and what if we couldn't do anything about it?

"It's almost been a whole damn month, Grayson. Please just wake up," I cry silently.

I hadn't been able to focus as much in school. Two of my grades had dropped from high A's to low ones. Maintaining a good GPA was important to me. I wanted to get into a good college, but the baby growing inside of me was preventing that more than anything else. Even if I wasn't pregnant, I probably would've still stayed in Cali. I couldn't just up and leave Gray in this condition.

The door knob rattles, and I turn my attention towards it. After a few seconds, Ethan appears in his usual gym-like attire.

"Hey," he whispers.

I didn't say any words, but I gave him a hum for a greeting. He looked too much like his brother, and I could barely handle it. I still despised him a bit. The way he was blackmailing me was so wrong. It was no different from what Mel was doing to Gray.

"I hate seeing him like this," Ethan states. I could see the hurt in his eyes. It hurt me too. I wouldn'tve wished this on my worst enemy. This was pure torture. No one wants to see their loved ones like this.

"I hate it too," I sniffle. I was so glad that I didn't wear any mascara today because I would look like a complete mess if I did.

"It was all my fault, you know. We were arguing and he wasn't paying attention to the road. I tell myself that maybe if we hadn'tve fought he wouldn't be like this," I said holding back tears.

Ethan looked at me. I expected him to be furious, but to my suprise he wasn't. His expression was plain. He looked sleep deprived, so I could tell he probably didn't care too much.

"It's not either of your faults. You had no control of the situation. No one woke up and knew that this was going to happen," he tells me.

"Yeah," is my only response.

 My heart was beating so fast. The agony that I felt within was so painful. I would trade places with Grayson if I could. That's just how I felt.