𝘼𝙎𝙔𝙇𝙐𝙈 [might come back]

FOUR

Ethan

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grayson wouldnt stop rambling about if I was ever going to let him out. is he crazy? I spent all this time looking for him and right when I have him he wants to leave? who does he think he is? that brat.

Everytime he asked I would just kick, or punch him because my gray wasnt going anywhere. it was just to keep him safe.

When grayson was taking a nap I thought I'd go out for a nice walk. I bent down giving him a kiss on the cheek then walked out of the room closing the bedroom door behind me. I walked down the stairs and out the door, walking down the street.

I noticed police tape surrounding graysons house, his mother was talking frantically to some police men outside. My eyes stayed watching the situation, one of the cops turned to face me as he lowered his glasses down and began to walk toward me. I began to have slight panic as he called out to me "Sir, sir wait up" I stopped in me tracks and turned to him.

The cops eyes scanned over my face through his darkly tinted sunglasses. "what's your name sir?" I ran my hand through my hair a sly smirk placed upon my mouth as I said "Robert. Robert Smith" the man nodded, writing it down into a little notebook under "suspects" there we a few names marked under suspects but none under witnesses. how sad.

My mind was other places to even be the slightest bit sympathetic towards graysons mother. Grayson was mine and she just doesnt have to knowledge to know it. I can see her from the corner of my eye, tears are streaming down her face and she has intense eyebags and red eyes, her voice is straining from her yelling and crying to much.

do I feel guilty? no.

I continued my walk down to the local downtown areas just to get away for a little. enjoy the city.

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(no ones POV)

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as Ethan enjoyed his time down in the city, grayson was trying to get himself untied from the ropes so he could just go home. Ethan had kept on telling him that he cared about him but if grayson ever said something wrong he would be badly beaten by ethan, left with bruises and cuts. Grayson deep down knew ethan cared about him but he only showed it when he was in a good mood. And if Ethan was in a bad mood grayson knew it was the best option to leave him be. But grayson just wanted to leave, he wanted to see his mother and see Andrew, if he was even alive.

grayson began to strain at the ropes, twisting in odd and uncomfortable positions to try and loosen it, his wrist turned an inflamed red as his irritated wrists itched by the rough and itchy material of the rope. His inflamed wrists started to bleed as some of the loose ends of the rope dug into his skin, drawing that thick red pool of pain. Grayson grinded his teeth together and began to sob, but he wouldnt give up as he felt the ropes began to loosen around his bloody wrists. Hot and salty tears streamed down his pink cheeks as the rope tore and dug into his skin, but he was only a few more agonizing and painful tugs away from being out.

Grayson had enough of the squirming, so he lifted his knees so his kneecaps were up against the rope that held his wrists together so tightly. With a sharp inhale of breathe and a bite of the lip, he tugged harshly at the rope, they broke off his wrists but he didnt go without much pain, of course. As the ropes slid off his wrists at a fast speed, the loose ends stuck into his skin and dragged all the way to his knuckles where they finally unhooked from his skin and flew off.

He quickly untied the ropes on his ankles, and stood quickly. almost passing out in the process. He began to cry in victory and in pain. His wrists continued to bleed and they dripped with every second, hitting the brown hard wood floor. Grayson made a dash for it to the front door, he unlocked it and swung it open about to run out, when, his face hit a rock hard chest. His breathe became uneasy and heavy as he slowly backed up, his eyes making there way to the persons face.

shit.

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E.d Pov

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I had finished my walk through the city, making my way back home to my sweet gray. I fumbled with my jeans pocket, finding my keys and pulling open the door, only to be met with a bloody wrist, grayson.

I glared darkly at him, as I pushed him over and quickly closed the door behind me. I towered over grayson who was now covering his face with his hands and arms. I couldn't believe it.

My grayson tried to run away from me.

I bent down, picking him up like a baby. He sobbed into my shirt. I gently caressed his brown and golden hair. I carried him upstairs, looking down at the discarded ropes which were now stained red. I frowned at them, knowing they had hurt my baby. I set grayson down onto the bed, picking up the rope. He shook my head, disappointed. He only sobbed into his hands.

I walked over to him, pulling his hands away from his face. he flinched. "now gray bear. You know the rules." he sobbed louder by hearing this.

I grabbed the rope. Feeling the material in my hands. I then grabbed graysons wrists. Grabbing the rope, I roughly dragged the rope over the slits in his wrists, over and over again. He cried out in pain but this is his punishment.

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After about an hour of endless screaming coming from grayson. he fell asleep, cute. I took my shirt off, laying next to the already sleeping grayson beside me in my bed. My eyes fell, but a small smile played on my lips.

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K I FINALLY UPDATED AND NOW IM GOING TO SLEEP GN ILY♡