Chapter 24

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Ethan's POV
Hayes came running into my room out of breath. Oh god, Amber.
"Where's Grayson!?" He says
"He's gone. Why what's wrong?" I say standing up and walking over to him.
"Just come with me. Quickly." He says with begging eyes. I nod and we sprint to his room. I see Amber on the floor shaking and half naked. I run to her and shut the door.
"Okay Amber, it's okay." I say rubbing her cheek.
"Ethan" She says faintly then passes out. I take off my hoodie and put it on her.  I pick her up and walk out of the bathroom.
"Lay her in m-"
"No. You are probably the cause of this. What where you thinking having her get naked and you touching her? Really Hayes, you couldn't wait any longer for her to heal?" I spit at him.
"Ethan no you've got this all wro-"
"Save it. She'll be with me. After all, I've done this with her more than you have." I sigh walking out. I walk her to my room and lock the door. I lay her down in my bed and tuck her in.

"Amber, i wasn't with you just to fuck you. I hate that Nash put that image in your head. He's lying to you and everyone. I really do love you Amber. You make me a better person and so happy. I'm so sorry that you see me as some monster but I would never ever do that to you. I love you. We've been through so much together, I wouldn't just do all that for sex. I don't want sex from you. I mean, yea sex would be a plus but that's not why I love you and have stuck by you. I've worked so hard to get to the point where I can kiss you and hold you. Nash doesn't have the right to take all that away just because he wants you for himself." I say crying. She hugs me and snuggles into my chest. I instantly hug back.

"Ethan I'm so sorry. I should have listened to you. It was all so much to hear. It hurt to hear that the one person I love and trust was faking it." She cries.
"Amber, you didn't cut did you?" I ask
"No." She says a little too fast. I sit up and face her.
"Amber, let me check." She sits up and gives me her arms. I check them and nothing new.
"What about your legs? Do you cut there too?" I ask worried. She slowly nods her head.

"May I?" I ask. She nods and pulls her pants down. I look at her thighs and there's twice as many scars than her wrist, plus some fresh ones.
"Fuck Amber." I say into my hands.
"It's okay really. I'm okay." She smiles.
"Amber what have I done to you." I say softly looking at her with watery eyes.
"Nothing Ethan. You have done absolutely nothing to me. These scars are not from you." She says sweetly.
"Then who are they from? Me and Gray are the only ones who's given you a reason to cut. So ye-"
"They are from my dad!" She blurts out.
"What?" I ask confused.

Ambers POV
"Every time he would beat me I would cut. Every slap, nose bleed, broken bone, black eye, busted lip, whip, push down the stairs and glass thrown at me is a cut I would make on my legs. Home life was for my legs. School life was for my arms. So no these ones aren't your fault." I get up crying.
"Amber why didn't you say anything" He says.
"It's not like anyone would listen nevermind care. I couldn't speak to anyone at school without getting hit or yelled at. I tried to reach out to someone but he would always find out and I'd get locked in the basement. That day you found me down there tied up, he went easy on me. That was nothing compared to his normal beatings. Imagine what I got when I TOLD someone he hits me." I say out of breath.
"What the fuck is wrong with me!" He yells.
"Nothing is wrong with you Ethan. You aren't the same anymore." I say walking over to him.

"You are not the same guy you were then. You are Ethan Grant Dolan, an amazing guy and the biggest sweet heart you'll ever meet. You care for others even when they don't deserve it. You are different now." I say looking into his eyes.
"I can't believe I ever hurt you." He says. We stare into each other's eyes, he leans in for a kiss as do I. Our lips collide and move in sync. I grab his hair to pull him closer, he grins. I pull away and hug him.
He picks me up and sets me on the bed. He kneels down in front of me.

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