The Enemy (EDITING)

Escaping for Fun (Chapter 5)

Angelina

"What are you doing bringing people in my house?" Ethan grabbed my arm and squeezed tightly. 

I grabbed his arm trying to pull mine from his grasp but there was no use.  

"I told you already. I was letting a friend from school inside." 

Ethan chuckled darkly. 

"Friends? What friends do you have besides that weird bitch Julie."

 "Her name is Jessica." 

He was squeezing my arm so tight I couldn't find any words to say. My mind was just zeroed in on the pain. 

My arm was slowly turning red and I could feel his nails digging into the back of my arm.  

Ethan was looking at me with irritation. His face was hard. "Next time you try to bring a faggot into my house, death will have a note delivered to you from me. Got it?"

My throat got tight and I could barely breathe. I could feel my heart slowing down, beat by beat, and second by second. My chest started to tighten and I couldn't muster a sound.

Breathe. In and out. 

"Fucking hello?!" he yelled.

Breathe. In and out. 

Taking another breath, I tried pulling my arm away but his grip just got tighter and tighter. 

"Let me go," I said calmly.

"Testy, aren't we? I'll let go when you give me an answer."

"I don't have to answer to you. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you're no authoritarian. Now, let. me. go," I said yanking my arm from his grip. Without fail, I'm out of his grip and I fall to the floor. 

Ethan squats down to my level and says in a low voice, "Now stay there."

I look up at him and spit in his face. 

He takes his hand, wipes his face, looks at the spit on his fingers and back at me. "I'll fucking kill you, you know that? I swear to god if you ever do that shit again, it'll be the las-"

Ethan's voice was replaced with a high-pitched annoying one. 

"Ethan, what are you doing?" 

Once she was in my sights, I just wanted her out. Christina was outside my door in plain sight. 

Her silky black hair went over her shoulders and flooded down her back elegantly. 

No matter how much of a bitch she is and no matter how much of a slut she is, there's no denying the fact that she was stunning.

 "What the fuck, Christina? What does it look like I'm doing?" 

"I don't know, but you need to stop wasting your life away with this useless piece of shit you call a sister and spend some time with me," she whined.

I closed my eyes at the pathetic scene in front of me as I watched her attempt to insult me. "And who the fuck are you rolling your eyes at? Because it can't be me." 

"I actually was rolling my eyes at you. You're pathetic. The both of you," I said looking back at Ethan.

I slowly stood up from the floor, took a deep breath, and pushed past Christina.

 As I walked down the hall and made my way to the stairway, I heard a scoff and a door slam.

I slowly walked to the front door and took another deep breath. 

Why do I feel so nervous? I don't even know the fucking kid. 

I opened the door and there was that seemingly perfect human being, standing on my porch, looking down at the ground with his hands in his sweatshirt pocket.

"Hey, Ian." I tried to sound happy and bright, like nothing happened not even five seconds ago. But as hard as I try to look happy, it's fucking killing me on the inside. I was just so angry. 

It pains me everyday. 

"Oh, hey, Angelina." He smiled big, showing all of his perfect white teeth.

"So, I decided to leave the house and risk the chance of being busted by my mom because my horny brother is in the house with his girlfriend."

He chuckled lightly. "Ah, I understand."

I slowly stepped out of the house and shut the door behind me. "Where were you planning to take me?"

We started walking down the path from the front if my house and on the the concrete.

"Hm, I was thinking the back of a diner in a dark alley."

I giggled at his comment. "Really? A dark alley? Okay." He just chuckled and shook his head. 

"Nah. I was thinking the park around the block. Me and my mom found it while we were driving to the house. It looked pretty cool."

Independence Park. My dad used to take me and Ethan there when we were little. 

He used to push me on the swing set, help me go down the "big" slide because I was afraid, and play games of catch in the big, grassy field right next to the park. I miss those days. Those days as a family.

Some days, I wish I could go back and rewind, but everything happens for a reason. 

Right?

"Hey, Angelina, are you okay?" Ian's voice was coated in concern, like he actually cared. 

I snapped out of my thoughts and flashbacks to answer him. 

"Oh, I, uh, yeah, I was just thinking and zoned out, I'm sorry." I said looking down. 

He nudged me. "No, you're fine. It's alright. Just as long as you don't make this an ongoing thing on our date."

I raised my eyebrow and looked at him. "Date you say? I find that quite alarming you would say something like that considering that we don't know each other," I joked. 

He chuckled and shrugged. "What can I say? I have my way with the ladies. Can't you tell?"

I giggled, "Yeah, you're a true casanova. A natural born one at that."

He laughed and offered his arm to me.

"Shall we?"

I looked at his arm and back at him. I tossed my head back and laughed. A real, wholesome laugh.

"We shall."