A Week later

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"babe why did you leave me?" Marcus called out to me in an angered tone his steps coming closer to me. i could only hear his voice and see a dark sihoutte of his body. i shook in fear unable to move or speak. just to see the sihoutte reach into it pocket and pull out an...

i sat up quickly, restless, crying and hyperventlating. i felt a pressure on my chest i couldnt bare. hugging my knees to my chest, digging my nails into my skin leaving marks over old marks. my tears streamed down my heated cheeks, everything looked blurry but i could see a figure rust over to me and engulf me in his arms

"who- who are you... please. don't hurt me..." I managed to say hiccupping and gasping for air, my chest feeling tighter.

"shh just breathe Em, its Grayson. you had a nightmare again he's not going to hurt you" His words were calming as the pressure in my chest started to go away. I loosened my grip and wrapping my arms around his waist, burying my face into his chest sobbing softly. his strong arms wrapped around me. he held me like I was the most delicate thing in the world but I felt so protected and I didn't want this to end.

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I woke up the next morning opening my eyes slowly as the sun slowing creeping up threw the window shinning in. I yawned quietly, my eyes feeling puffy and sting a little from last night.

I felt a pair of arms around me an slightly I titled my upward to see who held me.

it was Grayson peacefully sleeping like a newborn baby. my head was against his chest. I wanted to get up and do stuff but at the same time I didn't wanna bother to move he look... comfortable.

I few a minute or two later he slowly began to wake up. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended that I was still sleeping or else it would of looked like I was watching him sleep.

Grayson's Pov**

I slowly began to wake up. my arms were wrapped around Emily or should I say Emilia and her head was rested against my chest. it's been rough for her and she's come a long way. I grazed her arms soothing over the bandages. I couldn't imagine what pain she was going threw mentally and Physically. I began to slowly untangle myself from her and gently rest her sleepy head on the satin pillow that was originally indented from me. I placed the comforter on her and kissed her forehead slipping out of the room and shut the door softly.

I took a step back and sighed softly tying to think of ways to help her.

"Gray what are you doing?" Ethan whispered yelled in a serious tone , startling me. I jumped a little turning around. Ethan was leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed and an eyebrow slightly raised

"she had another panic attack last night Eth..." I sighed frowning a little unsure of what the future will hold. I started to walk down the hall to the kitchen pulling out eggs and other variety of breakfast foods. Ethan followed me and sat on the bar stool at the high-top counter.

"its been everyday now this week hasn't it?" Ethan said concern which made me tighten my grip on the counter staring down at my feet.

"yes Eth I know that and I can't stand to see her that way. I just... I don't know what to do about the poor girl she's been cooped up here all week with Emma out on a business trip with James" I teared up a little but hid to keep Ethan at ease . i looked up and his and walked over to the stove and started to make omelts for eth and Em and banana pancakes for me.

"maybe try taking her out for the day but not a too crowded place, she needs to be comfortable around people. she needs to see that not all people are so bad." Ethan said grabbing his keys, his phone and wallet. it wasn't a bad idea but where could we go? it's California, one of the most populated and tourist attraction states in America. "oh and by the way" Ethan said before heading out the door, "I'm going to get Starbucks now but I wont be able to go I have our last video to edit" Ethan said standing in the doorway.

"but bro were am I going to take her?" I said kind of loud glancing at him as I flip the omelet.

"I don't know gray why don't you ask her yourself? he said leaving and locking the door behind him. I turned around and saw Emily in the corner of my eye stretching in the hallway her Dyed electric Blue hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wore a pain of gray sweats and a one of my hoodies all I could do was smile at her.

"Good Morning sleepy head"

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