Gray's POV
I continue to inhale and exhale. Opening my eyes, Dean is still shouting for help. I hope someone comes to help. Dean runs his hand through his hair.
"There is no way that we will get out anytime soon." he says as he looks at me. "Are you okay?" he asks with concern.
I swallow, and shake my head, no. "I'm scared and I don't like these kinds of situations. It's my fear." I say as I breathe again.
"Just continue to breathe. I'm sure Mark will come looking for you if you are nowhere to be found." he says, and I know that Mark will.
"What if someone did this." I say.
"There was no one else." he says. "Come on, sit on the ground." he places his hands on both of my shoulders, helping me to sit down. My back is against the wall of the elevator. Dean sits across from me with
