We arrived at the twins warehouse, i took over from Grayson driving. So he could get some sleep, so I just followed Ethan. I pulled up beside him, opening my door. Seeing the warehouse, it was something I would've never dream off. It was a fun house basically. I closed my door, as ethan walked around the front of his car.

"Graysons asleep." I explained to him, as he nodded. As I made Grayson jump awake from my car honk.

"Hey sleeping beauty." Ethan joked laughing, as Grayson got out of the car. I sighed shakily, as I didn't know if the people from before would find us. "Hey Deanna, you ok?" Ethan asked me, as I broke from thought nodding.

"I'll sleep on the couch over there and Deanna you can take my room." Grayson offered as I shook my head.

"No, you saved me today. So you take your bed and I'll take the couch." I explained to tired to argue, I could tell the boys were to. As it was 1:32 in the morning.

"Fine." Grayson groaned. "I'll get you a hoodie of mine and show you the bathroom so you can get changed, shower etc." I smiled.

"Thanks guys." I told them.

"It's fine Deanna, well I'm going to bed." Ethan begun, as he went to walk past me. But he brought me into a hug, I hugged him back. As he whispered. "I'll take you shopping tomorrow, so you can get things."

"Thanks." I whispered back, as he left to go to bed.

"Night bro." The boys said to one another.

"Come on." Grayson told me, as I followed him up to his room. Well closet, as he searched for a hoodie. Then brought out a baseball jersey, he passed it to me.

"Thanks." I told him, as he pointed to his bathroom.

"There's the shower and there is a cupboard with fresh towels." He explained, as I nodded. His eyes were still bright, tired but bright. I wondered what that must've felt like, to have such full of life eyes. But every time you look into mine, properly looking at them. All you could see was the opposite of what you saw from Grayson. I turned around heading for the bathroom, as I was about to close the door behind me. I stopped at Graysons voice. "Deanna?"

"Yeah?" I replied, expecting him to just say goodnight.

"I'm sorry about what happened in the car, I didn't-." I put my hand up for him to stop talking.

"Grayson, as I said then. You didn't know, stop saying sorry." I told him as he slightly smiled, he nodded while I closed the door. I grabbed a towel out of the cupboard, as I placed it in the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror. Once again, as I closed my eyes and sighed. The boys have been so good to me and they've known me for a day, this isn't right for them to be in my fucked up life. Cause I know that I'm gonna get caught, or uncle reggie is going to come and get me and threaten the boys so I'll leave with him.

I took off my shirt looking at my reflection once again, seeing the knife wounds on my stomach from the last time I saw the people who were after me. I rubbed the wounds, as I winced as they still hurt from 10 months.

I got undressed and turned on the shower, getting into it. Feeling the nice warmth, as usually when I got home from work there will only be cold water. I sighed heavily, as I saw at my feet blood, then I saw one of my wounds opened up. Somehow, maybe from when I was hanging out the window. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel, looking under his sink to see if he had a needle. He didn't, I saw a wound pad. But that wouldn't hold me together. Shit. But it'll have to do, so I unwrapped one and placed it over my wound.

Got the second last pair of underwear out of my bag, as I chucked over Graysons jersey. I walked out of the bathroom, seeing Grayson sleeping. I walked over to him, as I held my wound. Pulling my hair back, as I leant down and kissed his cheek. Walking out of his room to the couch, laying on my back. My hands on my stomach, as my stomach raised and lowered easily and calmly. So my wound wouldn't bleed.

I laid there easily, sleeping. As I felt Graysons present, I felt the jersey being lifted. Making Grayson believe I was asleep, when he lifted it to an uncomfortable level. I grabbed his wrist, making him up. Not opening my eyes I asked him. "What are you doing?" I questioned him calmly.

"You ask me what I'm doing,when I felt you kiss me after you left my bathroom."

"Shut up, it's different when you lift the current shirt I'm wearing. Past my hips." I replied, as I still didn't open my eyes.

"I went into the bathroom after you, seeing a wound pad in the bin. Why would you need one of those?" He questioned me, we kept both our voices low. While Ethan was still sleeping. I sighed heavily, knowing Grayson wouldn't let this slip. I opened my eyes looking at him.

"Grayson." I begun, as his eyes went from his happily full of life eyes. To soft puppy eyes, he tilted his head. Which didn't help on my end. I slowly lifted the jersey up, just under my boobs. Grayson showed respect, he placed his hand on my abs. Which had several knife wounds, some were healing more then others. Grayson didn't look at my ass, he just looked at the problem. He was like a kid, running off to get things to help me. For me to stitch me up, when he came back. He sat on his chair, while he peeled off the wound pad. He winced himself as I winced. "Why are you wincing?"

"That looks painful." He replied putting rubbing oil on the wound, as I gritted my teeth saying.

"No shit Sherlock." I placed my hand on my head, as he started stitching me up. I stayed still, he then placed a new wound pad on. He got up to his feet.

"There you go." He said as I pulled the jersey down.

"Thank you." I told him.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."