ETHAN

Chapter four

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Ethan stirred awake, his body tangled in the sheets. He groaned as he shifted, only to freeze when he felt the dampness beneath him. Panic surged through him. Not again. He glanced at the clock—6:45 AM. There wasn't much time before the others would come looking for him.

"Ethan! Breakfast is ready!" Daniel's voice called from downstairs.

Ethan quickly stripped the bed, stuffing the wet sheets into a corner of the closet. He grabbed a towel, drying off as best he could before changing into fresh clothes. He couldn't let them find out. Not again.

He hurried downstairs, trying to appear nonchalant. Alex was at the kitchen island, flipping pancakes. Max and Adrian were already seated, chatting about their plans for the day.

"Morning, Ethan," Alex greeted, his eyes scanning Ethan's face. "Did you sleep well?"

Ethan nodded, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah, fine."

"Are you sure?" Alex pressed gently. "You look a bit tired. Any more nightmares?"

Ethan stiffened. "No, I'm fine."

Daniel glanced over, frowning. "Ethan, it's important to talk about these things. We're here to help you."

"I said I'm fine," Ethan snapped, immediately regretting his tone.

Daniel's expression hardened. "Watch your attitude, young man. We're all just concerned about you."

Ethan bit his lip, looking down at his plate. He knew they meant well, but he couldn't bear the thought of them finding out about his accident. Not after last night.

After breakfast, Ethan retreated to his room, hoping to avoid any further confrontations. He had just settled on his bed when Max walked in, holding the wet sheets.

"Ethan, care to explain this?" Max asked, his voice stern but not unkind.

Ethan's heart sank. "I—I can explain."

"I'm listening," Max said, crossing his arms.

Ethan's eyes filled with tears. "I didn't mean to. It just happened."

Max sighed, placing the sheets on the floor. "Ethan, you can't keep hiding things from us. It's not healthy."

"I don't need your help!" Ethan shouted, his frustration boiling over. "I can take care of myself!"

Max's expression softened. "Ethan, calm down. We're not here to punish you. We're here to help."

"No, you're not! You're just making everything worse!" Ethan cried, tears streaming down his face.

Max moved swiftly, pulling Ethan over his knee. "Sometimes, you need a reminder that we're in this together."

Ethan struggled, but Max held him firmly, delivering a series of firm, controlled spanks. Ethan sobbed, more from the emotional release than the pain. When it was over, Max held him, rubbing his back soothingly.

"Shh, it's okay," Max whispered. "It's over now. Just remember, we're here for you."

Ethan clung to Max, his sobs gradually subsiding. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

Max kissed the top of his head. "I know, Ethan. Just promise me you'll stop keeping secrets."

Ethan nodded, wiping his tears. "I promise."

That night, Ethan tossed and turned, his mind plagued by nightmares. He saw Felix again, felt the sting of the belt. He woke up with a start, his heart racing. Without thinking, he bolted out of bed and ran to Daniel's room, tears streaming down his face.

"Daniel," he sobbed, shaking the older man awake. "Please, I can't... I can't do this."

Daniel sat up, pulling Ethan into his arms. "Shh, it's okay. I've got you," he murmured, rubbing Ethan's back soothingly. "It's just a nightmare. You're safe here."

Ethan buried his face in Daniel's chest, his body shaking with sobs. "I don't want to go back to sleep. I'm scared."

Daniel held him tighter. "You don't have to, Ethan. Just stay here with me."

Gradually, Ethan's sobs quieted, and he began to relax. Daniel laid back down, keeping Ethan close. "Try to sleep, Ethan. I'm right here."

Ethan nodded, his eyelids growing heavy. As he drifted off, he felt a sense of safety he hadn't felt in a long time. But just before dawn, he woke up in a panic. The bed was wet.

"Daniel," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I—I'm sorry."

Daniel woke up instantly, his eyes scanning the situation. "It's okay, Ethan. It's just an accident."

Ethan shook his head. "I'm such a baby. I can't do anything right."

Daniel sighed, thinking for a moment. "Ethan, maybe we should consider something to help with this. What about pull-ups? Just for now, until things settle down."

Ethan's eyes widened in horror. "No! I'm not wearing those! I'm not a baby!" he shouted, pulling away from Daniel.

"Ethan, listen to me—" Daniel began, but Ethan was already out of the bed, backing towards the door.

"I won't do it!" Ethan cried, his voice filled with desperation. "I won't!"

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