Paramedic | Ethma

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Emma's POV

As I tried my hardest to scrub the blood out of the hard wood floor. Ethan comes running into the kitchen after our long nap session.

"Where's her body?" He asked; wide eyed. I laughed and looked him in the eyes as I placed the bloody sponge into the water bucket.

"She's in the dumpster, probably already being mushed in the garbage truck" I shrugged as if it was nothing. His mouth flew open to speak, but instantly closed it again.

I picked the water bucket and sponge up to clean and put away. "Alright all done, now I can relax." I sighed as I walked to the living room and sat down on the couch.

Ethan walked in behind me shortly after, holding his hands behind his back.

"Ethan what the fuck are you hiding?" I asked with a chuckle. He shrugged giving me a smirk and walking in front of me.

"You know I love you right?" He said to me, I slowly nodded now confused. He crouched down on one knee pulling a box from behind him.

"Oh fuck no" I shouted, standing up rather quick. Grayson heard me shout which caused him to run out into the living room in his tired state.

"Oh shit bro" Grayson said trying to hold in his laugh.

Ethan looked down and put the box back into his pocket. I then felt bad for my reaction And tried to go after him but he stopped me. My heart clenched as I saw him slip his shoes on and walk out of the door; slamming it.

I winced and looked to Grayson. Grayson shrugged and let out a sigh. "I'll go look for him" he said and left the house.

I then sat down again on the couch, rethinking my actions. I then felt nauseous, and got up running to the bathroom quickly lifting the toilet seat up and vomiting. I always usually throw up when i'm about to start my period.

I sat down on the cold tile floor, catching my breath. I weakly got up and stumbled into the living room. I stayed on the couch for what seemed like hours, until the front door opened revealing a drunk Ethan. Grayson was holding him up in place, so that Ethan wouldn't fall.

"oh my god, Ethan" I exclaimed running over to him. He fell into my arms, as Grayson let out a breath of relief from carrying him. Ethan shoved me away and put his hands on his hips.

"you hurt my heart, don't touch me" he said with a drunk tone. Grayson looked at me in sorrow as he then quietly began to walk back to his room.

"do you know what fucking time it is, Ethan?" i asked him kinda pissed off. He rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, I had to get my mind off of you." he spoke plainly, His comment took me by surprise and I stepped away from him.

"what the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked on the verge of tears. He smirked and shrugged.

"Rebecca was a real doll." He laughed, my heart broke into two and i whipped out my gun. I pointed it at his head and clocked it. He froze and stopped laughing.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I asked tears flowing down my face. He put his hands up and swallowed.

"I didn't mean it." he spoke softly, I let out a angered chuckle and shook my head in disbelief. I took a deep breath, and dropped the bullets out of my gun; tossing it on the couch.

"Fuck you" I said breaking down crying, rushing to the door and putting random shoes on.

"Emma wai-" I didn't let him finish as i was already out of the door. I got in my car, slamming the door closed. Ethan ran out behind my car stopping me from moving.

"Emma don't leave please." He begged tears streaming down his face also. "please." his voice cracked making me give in. I turned my car off, running to him he engulfed me into a tight hug as we cried into eachothers arms.

"i'm so sorry" he said putting his face into my neck. I just nodded and pulled away looking at him with my blue eyes.

"I love you" i said to him, caressing his cheek. He smiled and stared at me in awe.

"I love you more, and i'm sorry. I promise you there is no Rebecca" he sniffled, playing with the ends of my hair.

We walked into the house, as he led me into our bedroom. We got comfortable in the covers and stayed quiet for a while. "Emma?" He asked just above a whisper.

"yes, love?" i asked back, ready for what he was about to say. He moved in closer to me, and I laid on his soft chest. He sighed as if he was scared to say it.

"what?" i chuckled quietly, sitting up a bit to look at him. He look at me one last time before the words flew out of his mouth without thinking.

"marry me"

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