51. Taste of her lips.-1

⚠️ This chapter contains smut, and if you're younger than the age of 15..... Blah, blah.... Don't read... Blah blah. You know the drill. ⚠️ Dove's pov Elliot steps on the brakes, subjugating the car to move at an overwhelming speed of 80mph- way above the speed limit. After Aaron's call, I had enlisted Elliott's help in driving to the location while Ashley decided to stay in the hospital with Zyair. At first, Elliot was a bit reluctant to drive me.  However, at the sound of Aaron's name, he grabbed his keys and bolted out the door before I could say anything else. Amidst the Chaos of Zyair's accident, I had forgotten to tell Elliot and Ashley about Aaron's stay with Gray. I didn't keep the information away on purpose. It just didn't come up. Elliot steps on the brakes harder, prompting my head to jerk forward, almost hitting the dashboard. "Okay, take it down a notch. We are not trying to get arrested before we get there," I snap, turning my head away from the window I had been staring at since we started the journey. Elliot ignores my words, training his eyes on the road ahead. I tilt my head to stare him in the face to ensure he got my message. Only when I got a good look at his face did I realize he had been crying. "Elliot?" I call out, my voice a bit softer. He sniffs and wipes his nose with the back of his hand. He grips the steering wheel harder until his knuckles turn pale while. "Stop the car." No response. "Elliot," I yell. My voice must have interrupted his thoughts because the car comes to a sudden halt, throwing everything off balance. I had my seatbelt on, but that didn't stop my head from crashing into the window. I massage the throbbing pain in my temple with my fingers before proceeding to ignore it. "Are you okay?" Elliot's eyes examine me. "I'm fine, " I reply earnestly. "Are you?" He lets out a low shaky breath. "Yes. Yes. I'm good. I'll drive slower now." He starts the car again, but I place my hands on him when he reaches for the car brake. "I'm sorry for not telling you about Aaron. And believe me, I want to get there as fast as you can, but not if you're going to drive like this." Elliot raises his eyes to mine, a soft expression on his face. He nods his head. The car is restarted, and this time, he drives slower than before. It takes us a few more minutes to get to the location, but I wasn't complaining. As they say, slow and steady wins the race. The house wasn't hard to miss. Not because of its architecture or anything like that, but because of the amount of Police and SWAT cars surrounding it. There was a distinct amount of officers surrounding the building, holding their rifles at the door. My heart feared for Gray as I wondered if he was still inside. I skim through the cars in search of Aaron's. His car was easy to spot, seeing as it was the only bright car there- the color being red. "There's Aaron's -" I turn my head to Elliot, only to realize that he was gone, leaving the car door wide open. My eyes follow his movement to see him running towards Aaron, who was too busy pacing around to notice we had arrived. Getting down from the car, I watch with a smile on my face as Elliot jumps on Aaron. As quickly as the shock appeared on Aaron's face, it disappeared when he sees Elliot. He returns the hug, snaking his hands around Elliot's neck and resting his chin on Elliott's face. "I've missed you so much," Aaron whispers, running his hands through Elliot's hair. I was happy for them, but my fear for Gray was more. And my facial expression couldn't hide that. "Gray would be fine. Kayden's in there now, " Aaron pats my back. Although his mouth said one thing, his eyes said another. "Who's Kayden?" Elliot asks. "Jay's brother or something," Aaron waves his hands dismissively. "Who's Jay?" Elliot raises a confused brow. Aaron releases a frustrated grunt. "Some- He stops mid-sentence when the door to the house opens, commanding our attention. Three men are hauled out in handcuffs- none of them I could recognize, not that I bothered. I ignore the people I didn't want to see, my eyes searching for the one person that matters. When my eyes land on him, my soul crushes. Gray walks-more like saunters- out of the house. He looked nauseous, lightheaded, and completely out of whack with his own body. His face was pale, and his eyes red. I had never seen him look so broken, so lost. "Gray?" I call out, taking slow steps towards him. He raises his head real slow, staring aimlessly into space as he sits on the hood of a random car. My hands raised to suppress the tears that were threatening to fall. There was something about seeing Gray, one of the strongest people I knew, in such a dejected state that shattered me. I increase my pace to hug Gray, wrapping my arms around his neck and stroking his hair with my hands. "You don't need to say anything," I swallow back my tears, sniffing as I nuzzle my face in his hair. "You can cry all you want. I'll just stay by your side." His body shakes as he returns my hug and tightens his grip on my waist while burying his head further into my chest. "I'll always be by your side, " I kiss the top of his head and let my tears fall. ~~~~~~~~~~ The car ride back home is as silent as a graveyard. No one, not even Aaron, dares to talk or ask Gray any questions. I squirm in my seat at the deathly uncomfortable silence. Out of the corner of my eyes, I glance at Gray. He had his eyes trained out the window, gazing at nothing in particular. Just as I part my lips to speak, I feel Gray's cold hands squeeze mine gently. I close my lips. He doesn't say anything. Rather, he drops his head on my shoulder without releasing his grip on my hands. I know I had promised not to say anything, but seeing him this way was killing me. I desperately needed to know the problem to determine how I could solve it. Even if I couldn't solve it, I could try. "Thank you," Gray speaks for the first time since he got out of the house. If his head weren't so close to my ear, I wouldn't have heard those words. "For what?" I whisper back, resting my cheeks on his head.