shaylees pov
i sat on the couch behind me, resting my chin on my hand. i cant even look at him.
"shaylee why are you just now asking this? i thought you knew?"
"HE WAS HERE ETHAN! I SAW HIM!" i yell in his face, getting frustrated.
he looks at me with anger and confusion, as i walk out the front door, grabbing my phone.
"shaylee you don't have a ride, and you're going insane." ethan says, sitting back on the couch crossing one leg over the other, putting his arms behind his head, not caring.
"he's been dead, and there's no getting him back." he looks back at me, making me furious.
"i'm done" i walk out the door, walking the way i think is home.
i look behind me, no trace of ethan.
it starts to get dark out, and i find my self walking down a long alley, making my way back home.
i heard several footsteps behind me. i quickly start walking faster, out of fear.
all i can see is the dark street in front of me, mixed with the street lights on the edges of the street, glowing a white shine on the trees around me.
"hey pretty face" a deep voice calls behind me, sending shivers down my spine.
i turn around, facing with 2 intimidating, tall men, a little bit older than me.
"what are doing alone at this time?" he walks towards me, causing me to back up.
i trip over a curb, causing me to fall on the ground.
they begin hovering over me, as i see bright lights coming up from behind them.
i watch as a person jumps out the passenger seat, running up from behind them.
"WHAT THE HELL?" i hear ethans deep voice come from behind them, as i watch as he throws a fist at one of the guys faces. i watch as fists goes flying, but ethan begins to give up.
the man in the white tank top, grabs ethans arms, putting them behind his back. ethan struggles to get undone, but it was too late.
ethan looks down at me, making my heart sink.
the other man begins to walk towards me, grabbing me by the neck, lifting me up.
"she has a pretty face, huh?" the man says to ethan, sending him an evil smirk.
ethan begins fighting in the mans arm, yelling at the top of his lungs.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER" his raspy voice shouts, as another car comes behind us.
the mans large hand still wrapped around my neck, slowly cutting off my air ways.
a man comes running out from the car, making my heart sink.
jesse, my bestfriend, held a gun- pointing it at the gang members.
"let them go" he says through gritted teeth.
the grip on my neck loosens, as i catch my last breathe, falling to the ground.
it felt like i was drowning, lights and yelling, unable to make out what anyone was saying.
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i wake up in my bed, but i'm not alone. grayson sits at the edge of my bed, resting his chin in his hands. he notices i'm awake, giving me a side eye smile.
he sighs, looking down at his hands.
"i told you not to leave his side shaylee. he really needs you." he says in a low tone.
"grayson, all these weeks? you were never here? but school, and the cars, and-"
"i will be with you through everything." he says, as i feel myself waking up.
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