A Tough Choice

Chapter Seventy

I slowly turned to face Ethan, and as I glanced at his face, I instantly regretted it. The look of hurt and anguish on his face was to much for me to bear. I had no idea what to say to him, or how to fix things. Would he want to fix things or had I lost him forever?

I watched sadly as he turned and walked away from me. I stood up to go after him but stopped as I felt Caleb grab my wrist.

"He needs some time." he said.

"You need to keep your distance from me." I told him.

"Why because you feel something for me?" he asked gently.

"Just do as I ask please." I pleaded.

He sighed and quickly let go of my wrist. I wandered downstairs and eventually found Ethan in the kitchen.
"Ethan." I said.

No answer.

"Ethan talk to me." I tried again a few moments later.

"What do you want me to say?" he whispered, keeping his back to me.

"I didn't kiss him back and I pulled away, so I don't understand why you are angry with me!" I exclaimed.

"I'm not, I'm angry with him!" he said angrily.

"I knew this would happen, I want him gone." he added.

"You can't do that." I sighed.

"Do you know what the worst part is?" he asked, finally turning to face me.

I shook my head slowly, slightly nervous about what he was going to say.

"You've been resisting me for days, every time I get near you, you move away from me." he said sadly.

"Oh Ethan, I'm sorry." I whispered as a wave of guilt washed over me.

I moved towards him and sighed as he stepped away.

"Don't." he stated.

"Don't what?" I frowned.

"Don't get close to me just because you feel guilty." he whispered.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." I said as tears rolled down my cheeks.

"You seem to be saying sorry a lot recently." he said quietly.

"I'll keep my distance from him from now on." I reassured him.

I glanced down at my hands as I felt them shaking, was this because of Caleb, did he really get under my skin that much?

"I have to use the bathroom." I said as I ran upstairs, desperately trying to escape the awkward silence.

Ethan's POV

I looked after her, a sense of sadness washed over me as she left the room. She definitely wasn't herself lately. I knew that she hadn't kissed him back and I took some comfort in that, but it didn't completely stop the sense of hurt and betrayal. I was mentally exhausted, it was difficult to be around her at the moment, she was dragging me down too. I missed the old her and would do anything to get her back. I lost her once and finally got her back for a while and now it seemed like I was losing her all over again. I wouldn't let that happen. I sighed and followed her upstairs.