Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

33| please

This chapter involves self-harm and sexual content. This is just a disclaimer if your uncomfortable with those topics and or get triggered. <3

September 24th,

Rylie's pov |

"Why are you still cleaning? Why don't you come sit down? I've got some movies we can watch? Karate Kid, Sixteen Candles, Herbie, you name it." Grayson's voice muffled out into the den, and the hot running water scorched my skin, but it didn't seem to bother me the longer it hit.

He doesn't love you. He never has.

It was all fake. Every, single, fucking part of it.

I held a handful of silverware in my palm, letting the soap fall off and leave them shiny. A few steak knives too.

I placed the silverware into the dish rack, and held one of the large steak knives in my hand while my hands ran under the burning hot water.

With the tears pooling in my eyes, my vision became extremely blurry and I gripped onto the knife with more force and somehow managed to place it against my wrist.

All the things you told him, Joe, my dad, Josh. Meaningless.

Point blank fucking meaningless.

I glanced up into the den to see Gray sitting on the couch looking over the various movies he had brought in a little case without the actual DVD cases on them.

He was distracted, and if I did it fast enough then he wouldn't have noticed.

The knife broke the skin, and I did it over and over again down my wrist and just watched as the red fluid streamed out of my arm into the sink where I stared blankless; incapable of closing my eyes to focus on anything. Especially the words Grayson was saying.

"Rylie! Hey, hey, hey. Look at me."

I blocked out his words and continued watching the blood flow from my body with the burning feeling that took place of the water.

Before Grayson gripped the knife out of my hand, it took the whole world out of me not to do it again.

"Rylie Elizabeth. Look at me." Grayson's palms cupped my cheeks, and the universes' axis aligned while he looked me in the eye.

"Breathe." My cheeks were read, and I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath for nearly almost a minute.

He slipped one hand from my hot skin, and gripped onto my arm with a dry washcloth to stop the blood flow.

"I'm so sorry." I muttered to myself, looking down at the floor.

Then came the sobs.

"What? Why? Why would you be sorry?" his stare was hard on me as it was on my arm.

"I-I shouldn't have done it. He doesn't deserve this. To make me feel like this." The tears carelessly fell one after another, and all Grayson did was pull me into a hug and settle me down onto the floor while my body became a wreck of sobs.

"Don't."

"He told me- he told me that it was just a quick fuck. And that I wouldn't budge. So he took his opportunity with Chloe."