A brothers love g.d

❣️eight❣️

Your POV
"Aaron" he said. My nerves calmed down and I grabbed the phone from him.
"Hello" I said.
"Look I don't know what happened but go into a different room from Gray" he said
"Why" I asked
"Just do it" he said. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door.
"Okay what's up" I said
"So earlier today... what happened I walked in your house about to get my hat and I hear you yell Grayson help" he said my eyes widened.
"Uh um" I stuttered
"Look if you want you can come over to my place and we could talk about it and I swear to god I won't tell another soul" he said. He sounded promising and genuine.
"Alright but I'm gonna give you my number so you can call or text me" I told him.
"Okay now just say that I had to go" he said
"Ok" I responded
"Bye" He said
"Bye" I said back. I leaned against the door and started crying. What if Ethan finds out someway somehow. I sunk down to the floor quietly sobbing. I grabbed the blade and added a new cut to my collection on my arms. I put toilet paper over it and then threw it away. I hid the blade in my hairbrush. I learned this because one day I was brushing my hair and my hair pulled the rubber?? Part of the brush out exposing the area between the rubber and the actual brush. I unlocked the door and went back to the livingroom.
"What happened" Grayson asked concerned.
"Um nothing" I told him.
"So why were you crying" he asked
"Oh uh just a joke that he had told me and I laughed really hard I started crying" I told him. I received a message from an unknown number.
Unknown number: Y/N?
You: who is this
Unknown number: it's me Aaron
You: oh hey Aaron
Aaron: let's talk tomorrow at my place
You: ok
You: what's the address
Aaron: 666 Green Glitter Way ( HELLO ZOMBAES)
You: ok what time
Aaron: 12 pm
You: Okay
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I put my head back on Grayson's lap and he rubbed my arm.
"Want me to make you food" he asked
"Yes please" I said smiling
"What do you want" he said
"What can you make?" I asked
"I make gourmet meals like cereal, noodles, pancakes" he said in a French accent.
"I'll take pancakes" I said laughing at his horrible accent.
"You got it girly" he said. He began making pancakes and I snuggled up against a pillow. My eyes started getting heavy. I feel asleep.
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I was back in my outfit from before. Ethan was on top of me kissing my neck. I tried screaming stop but no noise was coming out my mouth. I felt the tears streaming down my face as he went it. Hearing him groan was like listening to the devil laugh in your ear about all the bad things he had done. Every thrust felt like god punishing me for my sins. Every grunt that left his lips made me feel like everyone was saying fuck you to me... again. I tried screaming but I couldn't hear myself. Ethan started shaking me.
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I open my eyes back into reality. My face soaking from my tears and my throat sore from the hard yelling.
"Y/N what's wrong and don't tell me nothing!" Grayson said.
"I c-can't tell you, I want to but I c-can't-t" I tried to say through my sobbing. He pulled me into a tight hug. His arms around my neck pulling me into his. I was soaking his shirt but he didn't care. He rubbed my back with one hand and kept me close with the other.
"Grayson" I mumbled
"Yea" he whispered
"Can I sleep with you tonight" I asked
"Mmhmm" he mumbled
"Thank you" I said
"My pleasure" he said hugging me tighter.
"Grayson" I said again
"Yea" he said
"The pancakes... they are burning" I said. He immediately pulled away from the hug and ran to the kitchen. I could hear him yelling shit over and over again. I go to the bathroom and add more cuts to my arms. At this point I have 5 on each arm. I hide it again and walk back out. Grayson gives me the pancakes.
Grayson's POV
I give her the pancakes.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna use the bathroom" I tell her. I walk to bathroom. I see her brush on the floor so I pick it up. I lift it and I hear something move inside. A little piece of the rubber is sticking out so I pull it back. I see a blade but a bit bloody. I quickly put it back and I use the bathroom. I finish using the bathroom and I walk out. She is on her phone. I grab her outer arm so I don't touch the cuts on her inner arm. I pull her sleeve up exposing the cuts and the dried blood surrounding it. Her eyes widened and she looks at me.
"I can explain"
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