A Tough Choice

Chapter Sixty Two

The rest of the day dragged by, I had avoided Caleb all day, I couldn't even bear to look at him. Ethan had never done anything to him and yet Caleb deliberately hurt him over and over again. I'd had enough of it, I thought that we could trust him, but clearly I was wrong. He didn't deserve my forgiveness.

I looked up as he walked into the staff room as I was gathering my belongings.

"Emma can I talk to you?" he asked.

"No!" I snapped.

"Please." he pleaded.

"Move." I said rudely as I walked towards the door and saw that he was blocking it.

"Emma, look at me." he whispered sadly.

"I can't." I muttered.

He sighed and reluctantly moved out of my way.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Home to check if your brother is okay." I said bluntly.

"I guess Kirstie was right about you." I whispered.

"What?" he asked.

"Forget it." I said as I walked away.

Caleb didn't seem to realise what he'd done, not only had he taken Ethan's savings for his own gain, he'd also destroyed my trust in him. After everything that had happened he was the only person that knew how I was feeling. I couldn't talk to Ethan but I'd been able to talk to Caleb. Not anymore, I couldn't even bear to look at him. I had no idea what to do, if I didn't tell Ethan that it was Caleb he would go to the police and he would find out anyway. At least if I told Ethan, then Caleb wouldn't end up in jail. Why did I have to be put in this position?

I took a deep breath as I pulled up outside our house.

"Ethan!" I called.

"Upstairs." he called back.

I trudged slowly upstairs. How could I tell him, where should I start?

I slowly opened the door and saw Ethan perched on the bed. He glanced up sadly as I entered the room. I could see from his dishevelled appearance and the bags under his eyes that he hadn't slept.

"I guess we should go to the station then." he sighed.

I slowly crossed the room and knelt in front of him.

"No Ethan, we can't do that." I whispered.

"But you said..." he started.

"I know." I muttered.

I sighed and took his hand. He looked down at our hands as I squeezed it gently.

"I know who took the money." I said quietly.

"What, how?!" he asked me.

"I'm really sorry." I said as tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Emma..." he said hesitantly.

"It was Caleb." I whispered.