locked away - ethma

locked away - ethma

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"ethan... we can't tell our fans that we're dating. i still don't want to make it public. not yet." "alright. that's fine, but i know something we can do to show we're together without it being official." "and what might that be?" "well..." he trailed off as we arrived at louis vuitton. "i'll show you." ethan made his way over to the jewelry cabinet, grasping my small hand in his large one and pulling me along through the store. we got to the case and he pointed to a small velvet cloth draped over one of the shelves. upon it lay a tiny silver lock on a chain. it was beautiful.
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It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."

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