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| Ethan's POV |
There's a knock at the front door and I try to ignore it by burying my head into my pillows but the thumping doesn't stop.
As if I wasn't fucked off with Gray already.
As I pass the front room to get the door I look around for my brother and my eyes latch onto him. He's sat outside with Emma by his side, she's so small next to him and he has his hand firmly planted on her thigh.
Mother fucker.
I gulp down and try to ignore the jealous feeling swarming the whole of my body, I swing the door open and stood in front of me is Bryant.
"Hey dude" he greets but I just grunt back, allowing him to walk in "where's Gray?" He looks around and I throw my head in the direction of the two new found love birds.
I don't get to say anything more to him before he's already walking towards Grayson.
OH GREAT SO EVERYONE FUCKING FAVOURS HIM TODAY.
I growl, carrying myself towards the kitchen and pouring myself a drink of water. Taking an annoyed sip of it followed by me slamming it back on the kitchen side. I throw my heel into the counter behind me in anger.
Suddenly there's a loud splash from the pool followed by a commotion, I roll my eyes, walking past the door and quickly glance out of it.
Bryant and Grayson look like they're arguing but Emma is nowhere to be seen, that is until there's splashes.
Some natural instinct kicks in and I sprint outside, smashing my hand into Grayson's chest to push him away from Bryant, tossing him my phone and keys and diving straight in.
She's still splashing when I resurface with her spluttering body on my shoulder, her chest is heaving and her whole body is vibrating
"Fuck" mutters Grayson as I use all my strength to lift her out of the pool along with myself.
"Why the fuck would you do that?" I scream towards Bryant, he looks shocked and definitely taken back.
Emma is still shaking, she keeps missing breaths and tears are rolling down her eyes. How did no one fucking see her drowning. I pull her body into mine, to try and calm her from her anxiety attack
"Bro calm down" Grayson scowls looking at how guilty Bryant looks
"YOU DONT GET IT" I scream towards him, I can physically feel the vein on my neck pop out. I can hear her teeth as they chatter, her hands are screwed up in my drenched shirt. I decide it's not even worth finishing my sentence on how she probably has PTSD from last time.
I haul Emma up into my arms and march inside with her, slamming the door aggressively behind me before turning my soft side back on. I cradle her in my lap
"Shhhhh breathe" I hum into her hair but she doesn't stop, her whole body is tensed up and she's deathly pale "Emma." I say worriedly looking at her as she screws her face into my shirt "Emma I've got you. You're safe, I'm here"
She's not listening, I know she isn't.
"Emma" I repeat louder, I lay her on my bed instead of on me so I can lay next to her and hold her tightly. She needs to feel safe and I don't know how to do that but I try. "Emma" I say again grabbing her chin trying to get her to look at me.
I don't realise I say it until it comes out, but I sure as fuck don't regret it.
"Baby" her eyes stop scrunching slightly "that's it baby, come on. Look at me"
She's still shaking but her eyes peel open and she looks at me so fearfully
"Hey hey hey" I whisper getting closer to her face so our noses are brushing "I've got you baby" my hands find their way to her hip and I apply a slight pressure to show my presence "can you feel that?" I hush and she nods "good" I smile "good baby, that's me. And I've got you, okay?" She nods again nuzzling into my chest.
I hold her so close to me that I fear I might cut of blood circulation but I don't care. I've missed her.
"Now can you breath with me, chambie?" I ask and she begins to do just that, listening to my breathing as she mirrors it perfectly "well done baby"
I smile into her head and she squeezes my arm, only slightly because I can tell that she's weak, but enough for me to know that she's thanking me. She's calmer now and that's all that matters, and she's with me in my bed and that's just a bonus.
"I'm so proud of you, Princess"
