It's your fault

Chapter thirty-two: Bullshit

"Where were you two at?!"

Ethan sounds more on edge than usual. "We were in the kitchen, Demetrius made me something to eat." I go and try to walk past Ethan but he blocks my path.

"Before you went to the kitchen, what did you guys do?!" What's wrong with him? "Nothing, we talked." I try to go past again but again he prevents me.

"Did he do anything to you?" Ethan now standing right in my face, raising his voice. "No, he didn't do anything!" I can't look him in the eye so I just stare at his chest.

"Don't lie to me Alice! Did he touch you?!" He asks again. He keeps moving closer, causing me to back up.

"I'm not lying to you Ethan! He didn't do anything! All he did was make me something to eat and walk me back here." My eyes fixed on his chest, the chest that is poking out from his apparent anger.

"What did you guys talk about?!" He keeps going on and on, walking closer and closer, pushing me back.

"What is your problem?!" My back now against the wall.

"Why are you acting like this?!" I shout. "The whole time I was with Taretto he kept going on and on about how Demetrius and some other guys were screwing you while I was with him in his office!"

Why would he tell Ethan that?

"Well nothing happened, I'm fine." I assure him. "I read the note." His tone dropped from a ten all the way down to a five. He became so calm so quick.

Uh oh he read the note. That's probably another reason he's freaking out. The thought of his possible baby possibly getting taken away, well if it's not his baby, which I hope it is.

"And?" I whisper. Looking at him with caution, wondering how he will react.

"They can't do this to us, to you. These sick fucks just use women as a fuck toy, get them pregnant and take their baby. How can someone do that?!"

The entire time he speaks it's calm but furious, a weird ass combination.

"There's always that chance that the baby is yours." I remind him, then I realize I'm still up against the wall and he's pacing the floor, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly.

"Yeah, I pray that it is my baby. Then we can be all done with this and everything can go back to normal."

What? How could things ever go back to normal? He's not the one that has been fucked by what seems to be every guy in here! I'm the one that could possibly be caring a child fathered by one of these assholes.

I can usually keep my cool when Ethan says something stupid, but this, this is way past the breaking point of all the dumb shot he has said.

"How can things go back to normal?!" I walk off of the wall and stand by him while he paces back and forth.

"When we get out of here, it'll be me and you and hopefully our beautiful baby." He stops pacing when he realizes I'm standing, pissed.

"Exactly! Hopefully with our baby! And if it isn't yours, then what the fuck do we do? How am I supposed to live if my baby gets taken away from me?!" Not bothering to keep my voice down.

"Why are you getting loud with me? I'm not the enemy here." Ethan steps closer as I step back.

"Because you actually think things can go back to the way it was! Ethan I've been raped repeatedly, I'm pregnant with who knows who's baby and you think that will change? Go back to normal?"

Maybe I should calm down, for the baby.

He looks at me dumbfounded, like his parents just caught him beating off to gay porn. Ha ha.