trust | e.d

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SHAYLEES POV

we sat in the car, in complete silence. i watched as his jaw clenched, keeping his thoughts to himself.

"ethan?" i move forward to get a better look at his face, waiting for an answer.

he closes his eyes for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh.

still no answer.

"ethan why cant-"

"shaylee just back off it!" he clenches his hands on the stealing wheel.

that hit my heart. hard.

i don't get it. i'm tired of running around with this boy who won't give me a little hint of what is going on. it's none of my business but he brought me into it obviously.
i mean he was the one who came to my house.

"stop the car." i look out the window, waiting for the car to stop.

"i'm not letting you out here shaylee" he says getting frustrated.

"yes you are" i begin to mess with the lock, trying to open the door.

"god damnit shaylee stop it" he puts his hand in his hair, thinking to himself.

he flops his hand back in his lap, staring at the road.

driving with one hand, his other hand grabs mine.

"i'm sorry." he mumbles.
"but not now."

i feel him squeezing my hand tighter, making me feel comforted.

i'm still upset, but i'll give him time.

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GRAYSONS POV

i leaned on the edge of my couch, scrolling through my phone , in attempt to get my mind off things.

i get an unexpected text message from an unknown number, sending me out of my thoughts.

unknown number: meet at the bridge, 7pm sharp.

how can i trust that?

i've been getting several odd messages, every since that week.

a few weeks ago:

this has been going on for a while. this is the worst part of jersey to live. anything and everything that you could think of happens in the depths of where you wouldn't imagine.
only where you wouldn't think of it.

i walked down the long alley, making my way back home, to be with ethan.

'lately ethan has been off, he was a valid reason behind that, but that doesn't matter right now.'

i heard several footsteps behind me. i quickly look behind me, clenching my knuckles out of fear.

all i can see is the dark street behind me, mixed with the street lights on the edges of the street, glowing a white shine on the trees around me.

i turn back in front of me, and find myself standing in front of 2 men, about the same height as me, but older.

"yo man im just trying to get back home"

i begin to clench my fists to my sides, knowing this isn't going to turn out well.

they think they own everyone. they deserve respect from everyone but i'm not budging it.

"show some respect little man, we just wanna talk" the man with the many tattoos on his shoulders and his arms, wearing a tight tank top, flexing his biceps began to walk towards me.

"i'm not here to pick a fight you fuckers let me leave" i began to get frustrated and push past them, letting him stumble to the side.

i don't trust them, i never have.

they fucked up ethan one night, i'd never forgot that.

march 19, 2017

12 missed calls from ethan

what is his deal? i grab my phone off the couch, looking up at jana, my girlfriend.

"i'm sure he's fine" she slurs her words, leaning back on the couch.

i don't trust it. i call ethan back and wait for an answer.

after ringing for a couple seconds, someone answers.

"yo" ethans voice rang through the phone giving me instant relief.

"i need you to pick me up" ethans voice shook, leaving me confused.

"ethan are you good?"

i hear other voices until it's no longer ethan on the phone.

"come get you're little bitch of a brother." a mans deep voice rang through the phone.

"smile dolan" another man says, making me angry.
i hear continuous laughs through the phone until i get an unexpected message from ethan.

it's a picture of him on the edge of the street, covering his face. his other hand rested on his head, keeping himself up.

i throw my phone by jana and jolt out the door, finding exactly where that spot was in the picture.

i pull up to to the same spot, finding ethan laying down on the street, but no one else was there.

i quickly sprint to him, and pull him up.

he is covered in bruises and blood, his under eyes looking dark.

i pick him up bridal style, putting him the passenger seat.

his head rests on the side of the door, sleeping peacefully.

but he looked so hurt.
             
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