Set In Stone

•Drunk•

His face was fucked up, to say the least. He wore a bruised eye and blood dripped from his lips, he clasped this ribs with one hand, the other on his forehead. He was sat on a ledge that hugged the club walls.

He looked up at me, no longer hungry or brash, now he looked terrified.

I stopped in my tracks to investigate what happened, yet before I could say anything Ethan hurriedly pushed my shoulder toward the car, forcing me to keep walking.

This time it was gentle, it was the first time we had made physical contact that didn't resolve in me falling on the ground.

Without an argument, I let him push me to the car, since Harry's tone from before was enough to make me want to go home immediately.

There were two cars, both with dark tinted windows. Ethan opened my door and practically threw me in.

"Gentle," I warned him, he only stared at me with an aggravated look.

He closed my door, I couldn't help but feel upset that he didn't take the same car.

Though I still had Riley was next to me, a driver and Julien in shotgun.

I felt sad once more due to the absence of Gracie, it would've been nice to have all my girls with me.

But at the same time it was good that we had atleast one of the three boys, whom actually know what is going on.

"So, the fuck is going on?" Riley asked as if she had just read my mind.

"I don't know if you deserve to know" Julien shot at her.

"Watch your mouth" I barked at him. She doesn't deserve that tone.

We drove down the road with the second car on our tail. In the short amount of time we had spent driving, we had sat in silence. The tension was building between Riley and Julien. I decided to leave them to it, I don't need to intervene.

Julien scoffed and put his phone to his ear, he must've gotten a call.

"What?" He rudely questioned whoever he talked to. Riley paused to pay just a little more attention.

"Turn left here" Julien shooed the driver.

"Idiot we go straight here" Riley rolled her eyes irritatingly.

"Just be quiet for a second" Julien begged, his voice stern. He turned in his seat to look behind the car.

This action made me shiver. Are we being followed?

"Turn left again" Julien ordered the driver, he willingly turned left.

"What's going on?" I finally asked. my question lingered in the air with no response.

My stomach turned and twisted. I suddenly felt hot, my vision blurred.

"Go faster" he asked again.

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For the next few minutes on the phone, Julien asked the driver to turn directions, slow down, and speed up. Eventually, we made it back to the house.

When everyone had gotten out of the car, Harry and Gracie were already in a heated argument, the tension was thick between Julien and Riley. Meaning I only really had Ethan to talk to.

"What happened? why the fuck did we detour?" I asked him, my words were sharp and harsh but my tone played it off as a genuine question.

"You need to sleep, you're cranky" he eyed me irritatingly.

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him. Ever since leaving the club everyone has had hushed problems around me. Avoiding the need to tell me what was happening, to tell me why we had to leave or why I am in danger.

I could hear the group fall silent. I didn't bother giving them any attention, I made my way inside, slamming the door. I paced into my room quickly.

"Oh my fucking god!" I yelled to myself, my blood boiled. Again, maybe I felt this way from the alcohol, but I feel so alone.

Nobody is listening to me, nobody is caring enough to tell me what's actually important. I could die, and they are too busy trying to entertain their ego to tell me what's happening. Aiden shouldn't have sent me here. I shouldn't have left.

I grabbed the first poor thing that was closest to me, a glass cup from a few nights ago. I flung it across the room.

It shattered on impact against the wall, the glass was hard to see with blurry vision. I turned and stumbled into the en suite and prepared myself to be sick.

I sunk to my knees and sat with my back against the wall. My chest felt tight and I felt myself sweat. My breathing rapidly spiraled.  This can't be good.

Am I stupid for running away? I mean... marriage can't be that bad right? Maybe I should go back...

My door opened slowly, someone let themselves into my room.

Again, I found something close to me, this time it was a roll of toilet paper. I aimed it at the person. Unfortunately, it was the familiar scum. Ethan calmly raised his arms in surrender. He didn't look like his usual angry self.

I put down the toilet paper and tried to regain my breathing. I felt myself getting dizzier and hazed. Why the fuck is he here?

I could feel him sit next to me. Not close enough for us to touch, but close enough for me to be aware of his presence.

The room was quiet. Quiet enough for me to listen to his breathing. Calm and slow, it didn't take me long to match my breathing with his.

Another few mintues passed. I didn't look in his direction, and he copied me.

This was nice. I feel a lot better than I did a few minutes ago. Although I don't know how, Ethan somehow help me. A lot.

On que, Ethan rose from his spot on the floor next to me.

"Don't talk about this" He calmly stated. Hateful, as always.

I was taken aback at his attitude. He helped me just to make me feel worse in the end.

"Get out?" I scrunched my nose in confusion, he didnt argue back, he only turned his back and left. I could hear him close my bedroom door.

That was the weirdest interaction i've had since I got here.

A WHOLE LOT OF WORDS LONGEST CHAPTER YET HAHAHAHA

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