homewrecker | e.d

chapter thirteen

trinity west

i jump up in my seat, my heart racing and my body shaking. "hey, it's okay." grayson reassured me but i can't help but feel overwhelmed. i walk over to ethans hospital window and see he's gone. "gray? where is he? where'd they take his body?"

i whip my head around to look at grayson, who's looking at me strangely. "what are you talking about?" i state at him, dumbfounded. did he really just ask me that? why is he acting so calm? "he's in the morgue, huh?" i start walking away.

grayson calls after me, "where are you going?" i don't answer. i don't get too far before he's stopped me and is guiding me back to ethans hospital room. "why are you bringing me back in here? this is traumatizing enough to just be here after he died like that."

grayson shuts the door behind me and i notice the worried look plastered across his face. "what the hell are you saying? did you hit your head or something?" he asks me and i step away from him, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

"how are you acting so calm after your brother just died!" i cry out, confused. "ethans," he pauses, then laughs. i look at him, dumbfounded, again. "ethans fine, trinity. he's in surgery right now, that's why "his body" isn't here." he makes quotation marks with his fingers.

i stare at him in shock, my mind racing. was that really just a dream? it had felt so real. i slump down in one of the chairs beside ethans hospital bed and throw my head into my hands. grayson kneels down in front of me and takes my hands into his soft ones.

"hey, it's all right. he's going to be okay, i promise. nothing bad happened to him, it was all just a dream." he comforts me and massages my hands. "i just feel so," i pause and take a deep breath. "stupid. it felt so real and i got all worked up over a dream."

he nods his head, letting me know that he was listening to me. "that's completely normal, okay? i have bad dreams all the time that make me wake up crying or freaked out because they just feel that real." he says.

i look at him, sighing, "thank you grayson. you have no idea how much you mean to me." i hug him tightly. i loved him, honestly. i loved him so much.

as a friend.

he's always been there for me whenever i needed it the most. part of me always had wondered what my life would've been like now if i had dated grayson in high school. no matter how i think of it, i always feel like i would've been happier than i am now.

but i love ethan, and i cant deny that. it's indescribable, really.

and i know it's ridiculous, considering everything he's put me through. but we have a connection like no other. something that just can't be ignored.

"i'm sorry." i finally say, grayson pulls away from me. "for what?" he questions, grabbing the chair beside me and placing it in front of me. he sits down and looks at me with that worried face again.

"if i hadn't got involved with ethan again, none of this would've happened." i tell him and he shakes his head quickly, denying it. "we have no way of knowing how this could've turned out without you. it could've been worse if you weren't there to get him seconds after he had gotten shot."

he pauses and gulps, "he might not be here today if it wasn't for you getting back into ethans life. that makes you a hero to me, trinity." he says sentimentally.