Heartstrings and Handcuffs [MxM]

Chapter 6

Warning: The following chapter contains graphic contents and violence that might not be suitable for some audiences. Readers discretion is advised.
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vi - You call that a fight?

The walk back to the hotel where he stayed at seemed to extend so much. Scrambled thoughts filled Ethan's head like a massive trainwreck. Dante's words kept driving him over the wall.

"He didn't even tell me his name" Ethan sigh, rubbing his palms together as he stepped inside the hotel building. The old woman sitting by the desk raised a brow at his arrival. Ethan just flashed her a crooked smile, to which she returned with a shake of her head, a displeased look in her face. Ethan sighed once more.

'She acts as if she has the worse job in the world' Ethan thought, climbing the stairs and making his way to his room. As the doors closed behind him it felt as if the days exhaustion finally seeped into his bones. He made his way over to the bed, checking underneath the bed's mattress for the remaining money he hid after splitting it. To his relief all of it were still there, however it was just enough so he would last for three days or less.

"Son of a..." Ethan slumped down the floor, back resting against the bed as he brought his hand over to cover his face.

Escaping Atlanta had been the toughest choice he'd ever made, all the struggles he'd endured to get to where he was and when he thought Vegas would provide him a new start in life, these things started happening. From a stolen money, to a police chase, and now this mysteriously handsome man with the body fit to be a Calvin Klein model made him an offer he supposedly isn't allowed to refuse. Life can't seem to give him a break. Almost as if god itself is doing everything to prevent him from ever living a decent life, failing once more to realize that it may have been his own choices leading him to the path his life is going.

"Mom..." Ethan suddenly croaked, his voice cracking as he tried his best to stop the tears that threatened to fall. It had been so long since he lost them, the people he truly loved dearly, without them Ethan had been so lost with what to do with his life. He remembered how even at his parent's funeral some distant relatives still had the time to say something bad about them. Ethan doesn't know much about his family history, just that his mom had left what was supposed to be the love of her life, according to his grandmother, to seek someone rich so she could have a lavish life. Ethan refused to believe that was true. He was the result of his mother and father's love. Growing up he saw how much his father cherished his mother dearly, and it was the same the other way around. What was her mother's wrongdoing for trying to have a better life than settle for what she only had. Ethan's Mother was a simple country girl originating from korea whilst his Father was a mayor from a small town in Atlanta. His Mother met his father during his campaign to run as a mayor after she moved to the U.S.  Ethan wasn't able to ask more details about his parents history of how they met, and he wished he could. It feels as if he missed the chance to know them better.

"I know you're not happy with my way of living. I'm sorry" he murmured, finally letting the tears run free. Fat droplets fell from his cheeks as he let his emotions pour out.  "You'd probably use a slipper on me even when I'm this old already" he joked, remembering those times when he was being punished for causing trouble.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to leave flowers on you and Dad's grave but I promise when I get the opportunity to I will leave heaps of flowers. I don't know what your favorite are so I'll bring as many varieties as I can and leave them to you" he finished, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. Ethan would have this mini breakdowns from time to time and he tries his best to find strength with the thought of his mother wishing for him to do better in life or she'll hit him with her slippers.