Chapter 21

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Ethan's Pov
Its been a few days since Amber got... well you know. She's doing a little better not much though. The bruises are still there. You can see the outlines of fingers on her body. It fucking kills me seeing them. She had the one thing that was hers and only hers taken away from her. Who the fuck does that. Like she didn't already have enough pain in her life, now she has so much more. I can't keep thinking about this. It's killing me. I get out of bed carefully so I wouldn't wake her. I then walk over to Graysons room.

"Hey Gray." I sigh.
"Hey E. How is she feeling today?" He asks.
"Well she's sleeping but I imagine still pretty bad." I say quietly.
"All I want to do is just be there for her and comfort her but I don't know how." He says.
"I don't either. Seeing the bruised finger outlines on her body is so infuriating to me Grayson. All i want to do is kill him. I want him dead Gray. I want her to not get scared when I go to touch her. I want her to not hurt anymore." I say crying a little.
"I know Ethan. I know." He says. We sit there in silence for a minute then hear a knock. I go to open the door.

"Amber you're up." I smile.
"Yea I am." She says.
"Can I sit down Gray?" She asks pointing to the bed.
"Yea no of course." He smiles. She goes to lay down slowly and her shirt gets pulled up a bit to where her stomach shows some. Me and Gray both look at her bruises. They are still bad. I look at her with a sad look.
"Oh...umm sorry guys." She says pulling her shirt down.
"No please don't apologize. Does it hurt today?" I ask not looking at her.
"Umm not as much." She says quietly.
"Amber can I look please?" Gray asks.
"Grayson!" I whisper yell.
"No it's okay. Umm yea sure." She says hesitantly. She stands up and tries to take her shirt off.
"Can one of you help." She says quietly
"Yea I've got it." I say walking over to her. I grab her shirt and slowly take it off. I turn away because I can't bring myself to look at her.

Gray walks over to her and stares at her. He hasn't seen her yet. He touches her shoulder where there's scratches and she flinches. He takes his hand away and backs up. I look at her and start to tear up. My body tenses at the thought of what they did to her.

"Can I please put my shirt back on" She says looking down. I start to walk over to her and put it on her again. I stand in front of her looking at her. I see her jaw is healing a bit but it's still bruised. I gently rub her cheek with my thumb. Then I kiss her head and hug her.

"Look I know what happened to me sucked but I don't want to be the sad little raped girl anymore. I want to go back to normal. It might take a little time for you guys to touch me how you used to again but I'll get there." She smiles softly.
"Amber you take all the time you need. We are right here and we aren't going anywhere." Grayson says while hugging her.
"Can I see Jack?" She asks
"Amber he doesn't know. None of the guys do. Are you sure you're ready to see them?" I ask
"Yea I'm sure." She says unsure.
"Maybe we should just start off seeing them one at a time." Gray says.
"Yea that's a good idea." I chime in. Amber nods her head. Me and Gray both know that they won't hurt her like that ever but still. I know she's probably on edge seeing a group of guys like she did at the park. That has to be scary for her.

Ambers POV
I walk out of the room while Grayson calls Jack. I go into Ethans bathroom and look at myself and just sigh. I get changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. It's all I can bring myself to wear right now. I put on deodorant and perfume and a little bit of mascara. Once I get done I walk out of the bathroom and see Ethan sitting on the bed.

"Hey beautiful." He smiles
"Hey Eth." I reply while sitting down.
"You hungry at all?" He asks
"No I'm okay." I flash a smile.
"Amber you haven't eaten in two days." I trails off.
"I just don't have the energy for it Ethan." I sigh.
"Come on let's just go look in the fridge and see if there is anything you like." He says getting up. I stand up and follow him.
We look in the fridge and see nothing. Then I look in the freezer and I pull out some chicken strips and put them on a pan to cook. I set a timer and go sit down on the counter top.

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