It's your fault

Chapter nineteen: Asshole

Ethan P.O.V

I've been in here forever and she's still not back yet. What could they be doing to her that takes so long?

"I'll be back later so you can take a shower." The door opens, in walks Alice and Colton.

"Okay." Says Alice. Before he closes the door he gives me a friendly glare. After the door is closed I take no time to get to my feet and over to Alice.

"What happened?" Is the first thing I ask as we embrace in a hug. "I woke up in a room that looked like a hospital."

"What did they do?"

"Colton said the doctor ran tests to see if I was clean." She walks over to the bed taking a seat. "I'm clean." That's wonderful considering what all these pigs have been doing to her.

"That's great I know your happy about the results!" I try to put a smile on her face, a very hard task to do when your locked up in here. "Yeah kind of surprised to be honest."

"So you were in the doctors office this entire time? What took you so long to get back here?"

Alice P.O.V

"So you were in the doctors office this entire time? What took you so long to get back here?" He asks.

"When I was done Colton took me to the Wild West." I laugh at me just saying it. Ethan looks just as amused as me, a smile on his lips and a frown in his brows. "The Wild West?" He chuckles.

"That's what I said." I laugh along with him. "What is that?" He asks as his laughing comes to a halt. I'm not really sure how I can explain this. "It's- uh." I think about how I'm going to put this.

"They call it the Wild West because it's on the west side of the estate. That's where they- they." This is the hard part. "They what?" He asks.

"That's where they keep the younger boys." There, that's an easy way to put it. "Younger?" His face twisted in confusion.

I shrug my shoulders as I continue to explain. "He said they age from ten to nineteen." Just then Ethan seems to get agitated. "He as in Colton?" His voice bitter and hateful.

"Yes." I whisper as I put my head down. He looks under at me catching my eye. "Alice, did he do anything to you?" I forgot to ask Colton if he ever really told Ethan the plan. I'm not sure if now is the right time to elaborate.

"No, he didn't." My voice in distress as I force bad thoughts to the back of my mind. "And Taretto, did he?"

"No."

"Okay, well what about these young boys did you talk to any of them?" He speaks a little to interestingly. "Yes actually there was one boy his names Frankie." I raise my eyebrows at the remembrance of little Frankie's not so little mouth.

"How old is he?" Asks Ethan. "Fourteen." Though his mouth was more of a dirty minded college jock known for his arrogance. "Wow that's young, why is he in this place?"

"I don't know Colton didn't really tell me that much." I think back to where all the young boys were gathered. "Was he nice?" Yeah right these assholes in here did a pretty good job corrupting him.

"I wouldn't use the word nice more like perverted."

Ethan laughs. "Why, what did he say?" I guess it is a bit funny because he is so young. "He said something about Colton having his way with me and how he would like to talk about where my hotspot is."

At this point Ethan is basically tearing up from all his laughter.

"It's funny but not that funny why are you laughing so much?" I must ask. when he takes a second to calm and catch his breath he responds. "He's only fourteen!" He can't even say three words without being interrupted by his own laughter.

He stops laughing and puts his hand on my knee. "It's too bad he'll never know where that hotspot is." Ethan's voice fine and seductive. The way he pronounced the word 'hotspot' made me feel hot on the spot.

It's a little weird to think that I've been Sexually tortured in this place for who knows how long and I still have a sexual appetite.

"Colton said he was going to take me back to talk to some more of the boys."

"Why would he want you to see them?" He asks in return. "I have no idea." I exhale my words as I throw my hands up and let them fall back down to my lap.

Right then I feel a sharp pain in my stomach causing me to yell out and grab it. "Are you okay?" Ethan grabs my shoulder and my hand that's resting on my stomach.

"Yeah, I just had a sharp pain but it's gone now." I just jinxed myself cause the pain came shooting back.

"Shit!" I shout as if that would help. That's when Ethan gets more worried. "Do you want to lay down?"

"No I'm fine." A couple seconds go by and so does the pain. I let go of my stomach cautiously afraid it might come back. "What was that?" Ethan asks.

"Could be my period coming." My period! It should be around that time. "Oh yeah, that." He acts like its a forbidden, unspoken of disease. It's actually hilarious how much he hates even the word period.

Whenever I'm on it he acts like I'm on my death bed, always bringing me things and asking if I want chocolate. Of course I always agree to the chocolate, what girl wouldn't want chocolate if their offered it especially on their period.

"Why do you hate it so much? I think you hate it more then I do." I laugh at the thought of a guy hating a girls period then the actual girl. Yeah right!

"I don't know it's just- nasty." He wrinkles his nose and squints his eyes as he shakes his head.

"Wow thanks!" What girl wants to hear her man say that? It's bad enough they have to go through the struggle with the blood and cramps but to hear a guy say it's 'nasty', it's very annoying.

"I'm sorry I don't mean to sound like a jerk." He attempts to apologize. "Maybe you should keep your rude ass comments to yourself!" I snap.

"Yup, it must be that time of the month." I want to punch him in his damn face, I just told him to shut the fuck up about it.

"Whatever." I say carelessly as I push Ethan out of my way to lay down on the bed. "Babe!" He reaches for my arm to pull me back. "No." Still careless.

I push his hand away, he wants to act like an ass but when I act upon it he wants to apologize and be all over me. That's the bullshit I don't like.

"Alice come on I'm sorry." He keeps pulling at my arm trying to make me face him. "No, your an asshole!" He moves his hand to my stomach.

"I'm sorry." He scooted up next to me laying behind me, held up on his elbow. I say nothing in return, the silence broken by the sound of the door opening. I turn around to see Colton and out side of the door is Taretto.