BLEED WITH ME [ETHAN LANDRY]

NINETEEN - "A very special bond..."

NINETEEN - "A VERY SPECIAL BOND..."

"So you did this as some sort of fucked up family?"

"Ding ding ding ding ding! She's finally getting it!"

The room Lyds Greystone stood in was amidst with chaos. Her heart hadn't slowed since Ethan's reveal and every further second that passed she felt it beat a little harder, threatening to tear itself from her chest. That was the effect Ethan had always had on her, but it had never been so life threatening before.

And neither had he.

He held her against him, his knife jumping from her throat to slashing Sam's arm and returning home once more. She'd had the smallest of opportunities to run, to escape and stand with her friends, but somehow she hadn't utilised it. Instead, she stayed encapsulated in his arms, the way she always had.

Perhaps it was comfort from the tears, or born from the terror of his knife so close to her, Lyds wouldn't have been able to explain it if she tried. But Ethan knew all the more; she loved him, she still fucking loved him.

And even with his knife cutting the first layer of the skin on her neck, she wouldn't leave him, never truly.

"Leave them alone!" Lyds yelled out, begging for Quinn to let up as she cornered her friends beside one of the many glass cases. "I'm begging you!"

"It wasn't until we saw that picture of what you'd done to him that I knew you had to die! You had to be punished!" Bailey twisted upon Sam, "Along with anyone else who stands in our way."

"There she is..." Quinn smirked, finally seeing the death in Sam's stare. "There's the fucking killer."

"Real great parenting job by the way." Tara quipped

"Shut your whore mouth!" Quinn instantly snapped and sent the two girls flying back to where they'd originally stood with one harsh push.

"Let them go!"

"With me or for me?" Ethan whispered in his love's ear, forcing the girl to watch as Quinn circled her friend's like sharks.

"I'd rather fucking die."

"Then why didn't you run when you had the chance, huh?"

"I thought you got stabbed." The blonde whispered

She stared upon the boy she loved with only betrayal in her eyes. And at the sight Ethan grew to despise himself, his thumb caressed her jaw, only wanting to know her touch once more, as a sign of comfort, but that was when he saw a single droplet of blood fall from her neck. He was quick to wipe it away, but it soaked through his glove nonetheless and paint itself upon his skin.