Greaser ☾Ethan Dolan

Sixteen ☾

I was a sobbing mess rocking back and forth against the cement wall of the interrogation room. My cheeks were soaked and the hot tears were running down my neck and eventualy down my shirt. They just won't stop. The things they say make me want to throw up. I feel so dirty.. I feel like a whore.

Cameron wrapped her arms around me. "Liv it's okay. It's okay." She said. "God dammit Ethan where are you?" She mumbled under her breath.

I feel like I can't breathe, and the air kept getting stuck in my throat causing hiccups to come out with the sobs.

The door busts open and I hear loud footsteps follow. "Baby what's wrong?" Ethan's voice said in a state of panic. I felt arms go under the back of my knees and under my arms lifting me up.

I shifted wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. "Shh.. it's okay." He whispered rocking me back and forth as if I was a baby. If I saw me I would think I was a new born needing a nap too.

He whispered sweet thick accented Italian things in my ear soothing me a tad bit, but every time my mind traveled back to the texts. I let out another sob holding him tighter putting my head in his neck.

"Cameron. What the fuck happened?" Ethan asked harshly but quietly which I appreciated.

"Whoa whoa whoa.. bro." Grayson said with anger laced through every word. Ethan walked us somewhere and I felt him stiffen. He started shaking from what.. anger maybe?

I pulled my head out of his neck and he cupped my cheeks looking deep into my eyes. "Why wouldn't you tell me love? Who's doing this?" He asked sternly. I shook my head and tears cascaded out of my eyes making him blurry and almost unrecognizable.

"T-they won't stop E-ethan." I shook my head not wanting to talk. "They just won't s-stop." I said letting out more sobs. He sighed angrily and nodded and pulled my head back in his neck. "Take the phone to Simon. Now." Ethan whispered through gritted teeth, then I heard the door close, and it was just him and I.

"sei bellissima mia principessa e prometto che ucciderò chiunque sia quel figlio di puttana." He whispered in my ear as he rubbed my back up and down, and in circles. I slowly started to calm down, and all the tear shedding made me tired.
(Translation> you're beautiful my princess and I promise I will kill whoever that motherfucker is)

I let the darkness take over me as I heard one more whisper in my ear from the beautiful thick Italian accent.

"ti proteggerò sempre gattina, sempre." He whispered very quietly thinking I didn't hear. As I translated every word in my head.. I felt safer in his arms then I've ever felt in my life.
(Translation> I will always protect you kitten, always)

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I twisted and turned until I finally opened my eyes. I stretched out my legs rubbing them against my silk sheets, and ran my hands through my bird nest for hair. I squinted from the sunlight and sat up quickly.

How did I get here? Was that all a dream?

I quickly got off the bed and walked to my full length mirror. I pulled down my skirt and gently pulled down my panties a little to reveal the tiny black rose tattoo that I got on my lower inside hip.

Guess it wasn't a dream.

I went to my bed and picked up my charger finding no phone on the end. Hmm.

I slipped on some shorts and a tank top so I could make a quick breakfast then take a shower. I slipped on my piggy slippers this time. I like to wear them all so none of them feel left out.