Baby Girl //Dolan Twins |✅

👶T W E N T Y - T W O

Chapter Twenty-Two: "What Did You Do?"

Ethan's POV

"TELL ME WHAT REALLY happened," I begin to speak as I start scrubbing. 

Turner and I had decided to take the day to wipe my car clean of Max's blood. We were in some random parking lot with a beach overview. Apparently he came here a lot to clear his mind.

"I told you dude," Turner huffs. "I saved him from getting jumped."

I roll my eyes and call BS. Someone like Max wouldn't even be in a place like that. It was far away from his house, and Turner couldn'tve randomly stumbled upon him getting pounded.

"There has to be more to the story," I insist. I stop scrubbing the back seat and look at him. He does the same.

"I need the truth Coaste. How do you know Max? Other than the the fact we all go to school together."

He hesitates. I knew that he didn't want to tell me anything, but I at least needed to know what and what not to tell Perri.

"We're actually friends. He and I sell a few drugs together. It's no biggie."

I laugh hysterically. "A few? No biggie? What the fuck Turner!"

Was this dude serious. Just selling one round of drugs was one of the biggest things ever. People did time for that shit.

"So lemme guess, You didn't give someone the right amount of drugs they bought so they shot Max?"

Turner shakes his head. "No, not exactly. I took some drugs and when our dealer asked for his money-"

"You didn't have it, so he shot Max."

"Yeah. Max was in charge of making sure the money count was right. It's all my fault man. If only I didn't take them. Max would'ntve gotten shot man, " Turner starts crying, and I don't know what to do. I couldn't console someone with my hands covered in blood, and Turner doesn't exactly deserve to be consoled at this moment. I couldn't disagree that it was his fault. It was, but that didn't mean that he had to suffer in this way, but Max was suffering because of him.

"He's gonna be okay. Hank said so himself," I attempt to cheer him up just a little. I didn't want him to keep crying. We had to finish cleaning my car.

He sniffles and wipes his tears with his hoodie sleeve.

I continue to scrub the blood stains, which start to look a little better. I begin to wonder if it would start to smell. I didn't want my car smelling like Hank's place.

"So are you going to prom?" Turner asks ringing his rag out.

I shrug. "Probably not"

"Why?"

"Just cause. Can't a guy not want to go just because he doesn't want to go?"

"Yeah, but I doubt that's why you don't wanna go. Is it because of Baby?"

I wanted to say no. I tried telling myself that she wasn't the reason that I didn't want to go to prom, but I'd be lying to myself if I did.

"Yeah. Something like that," I mumble.

"Sorry dude. She's really nice. No wonder Grayson likes her. The whole school's been talking about them being together after the accident. Well, I don't know if they're confirmed to be dating, but you know. Gossip."

I groan. "Yeah,  I know that, Turner.  We go to the same school."

He makes a weird face and I keep myself from laughing. I stop scrubbing and dump the bucket of bloody water away from the car.

"I'm hungry," I announce. They hard work has taken all of my energy.

Turner throws everything in the trunk.

"I could eat."

On that note we hop into the car. We decide to grab something to eat at a fast food place. We didn't try to stay long because we still had to drop by Hank's to pick up Max.

I didn't too much remember the directions, but I got there.

The lady who was dressed as a hooker was outside smoking a cigarette. I soon after learned that it was Hank's sister in-law. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she could catch an eye or two if she didn't look so catty.

"Hey Melinda," Turner says before walking into the house.

I nod my head at her as a greeting, and she waves her cigarette in the air.

The house still reeked of blood, but it wasn't as strong. I had gotten use to it, so I wasn't complaining.

We find Max in the pool room talking to the guys who were either Hank's brothers or friends. They all looked quite similar,  except one looked Hispanic and had a lip scar.

"Catch ya later Big Leo, Tom, Fillmore, and Jay" Max tells them goodbye before leaving.

"Keep your eyes open next time, Max," The Hispanic one advises with a smile. His voice was a bit hoarse, but it was strong altogether.

"Will do, Jay," Max grins gesturing to him.

They all end the conversation with a laugh and we laugh. Max looks a little drained, but he seems happy.

"How in the hell am I going to explain my scaring to Perri?" he asks.

I shrug. "You could tell her the truth."

He leans up to meet my ear. "Are you shitting me? She would flip," he speaks.

Turner looks back at him. He was in agreement with me.

"Listen, if you really love her, you'd be honest," I insist he tell the truth.

He groans and looks out the window. I knew that he wasn't too happy with my plan, but he didn't really have many options.

"What do you know know about love?" he mumbles loud enough for me to hear. "And why the fuck is this backseat wet?"

I look at the rear mirror to see him. "Well first of all, I know that you'll do anything to protect the person you care about, and secondly, my backseat is wet because I had to scrub your blood out of it. You know the blood you shed all over it while I was saving your life?"

He doesn't say anything, and I continue to think about my words about love. I would take a bullet for Baby girl, no second guessing. I loved her. I just wished that she loved me back, and I was going to make sure that she did.

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