She's The Artist

| Chapter 28: Other Wise |

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"What are you doing here?" I say quickly, shocked that he is even in front of me right now.

"So, this is what you been hiding from me. . ." he says to himself, almost correcting something he did wrong.

Hiding from him? Hiding what? My dead broth-

Oh shit

No, no no no.

He found out. . .

I told myself that no one would find out!

I get up from off the ground and start to pace. Panicking. Knowing that now I have to leave. I have to leave this city or even state and start over again just because I was stupid and naïve like I always am.

How could I let him find out? How could I let my asshole of a fucking neighbor find out about one of my most darkest secrets? How could I do this again to myself?

But how did he know I was-

"How the hell did you know I was here?" I say to Ethan, wanting to know everything he knows about me. Even how he found out. . .

"Listen, I didn't know you would exactly be here, okay? I came here because-

"You have no right being here!" I cut him off and yell. Anger and betrayed knowing he knows shit. My shit.

I feel anger tears running down my cheeks, showing my frustrations that I can't even have time alone with my dead brother.

"Look, you don't know shit about why-

"I don't know shit? I think I know shit about why I'm here! And I think I know why you're here!" I cut him off again.

I see Ethan losing his patience, his fists are clenched white, his jaw is tight, the fire I see behind his eyes. . .

"Okay, enlighten me then. . ." he says in a low, deadly tone. He might have just scared me a little if I wasn't so pissed off.

"I know why the fuck your here. You're here to piss all over me! Rat me out on everything you know and spit it right at my face! You think you know shit about me, about my family, about my dead brother. . . your wrong to the fucking core. You don't know a fucking thing about anyone of us! You. Know. Nothing." I spit at him and only see his reaction is even more anger then it was before.

He takes a big step towards me and lifts his arm just a little but that still made me flinch, hard.

For a split second, I see his eyes change. It looked like regret or even sympathy, but it was gone as fast as it came.

He runs his hand through his hair, anger and frustrated with himself. Even looking like he wants to say something. Looking everywhere but at me also.

"If you want to say something, just fucking say it!"

I yell, load, and throw my hands up in the air violently. Turning my body half to the side to see if anyone is watching or seeing what's going on. I really hope not. . .

But still, the guy says nothing but still running his hands through his hair and looking everywhere but at me.

I look at him and scuff. A fucking waste of time!

I look over at my brother one last time and say a silent goodbye before turning on my heels and walking the other way.

I pass about three gravestones before a hand grabs my wrists and spins me around. I know who it is without even having to blink and I can't help but not want to pull away. But, this is not the time to be thinking about that. He just has to learn to leave me and my privacy to myself.

So when I turn around fully, I smack him across the face. Harder then I wanted to.

"If you can't learn to respects me and my privacy, or even touching a woman when they don't want to be touched, I will have no choice but to report you. And think you and I both know we don't want that." I say and look at him touch his now red cheek. I little flash of guilt consumes me for what I'm about to say. but it has to be done.

I lean closer to his ear and whisper, "You remember that story about you running away from home and becoming apart of a gang, right?"

I lean back and see that his reaction is just what I wanted.

Fear.

But that quickly vanishes and a cocky grin takes over his face.

"You don't have any evidence that I says that."

He is right. But I know just the thing to say because I've said it more times to count.   

I send an evil, manipulative smirk back and reach into my pocket to grab my phone. I pull it out and shake it right in front of him and watch as he drops his grin and hardens his face.

I once again lean into his ear and say,

"My phone says other wise."

I pull back and smile. Looking at his glare and turning around the other way.

I small, tiny part of me thinks I took things to fair. A feeling of shame mixed with regret or guilt. But the guilt weighs the heaviest because deep, deep down in my black heart, I care about him.

I care about Ethan Preze to much to expose him to the cops or to anyone.

Hello Readers! 

I am back for good this time. I just got a new laptop like. . . 3 days ago and I have been writing like crazy. I spent about 48 hours writing at least 10 or chapters to keep myself updated on what's going on.

I hope you guys like this chapter and comment on how you think this chapter want. What do you think will happen next? Do you think Alex and Ethan hate each for real this time? I guess we will find out.

Anyways. . .

I hope you guys have a good night, or day, or morning wherever you are! Remember, you are the best and keep working toward what you want in life! :)