"Fuck, Ethan, I'm going to drop kick her." Ethan was sitting on a stool at the end of the counter, hands folded neatly in his lap. He bit his lip softly and looked at her through sad eyelashes. His lip was split and swollen, there was also a growing bruise under his left eye. Caleigh's blood was boiling. "Cal, it's fine." But it was not okay, not at all. - - - - A/N: Not a lot of Grayson in this story but I love him equally