Stay With Me

Introduction

POV of Ethan

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I know that having a heart broken three times in your past 22 years of life can be pretty harsh, but shouldn't a person be used to the hurt by the fourth? I wasn't. Chelsea Mayes had been my fourth heartbreak, and I should have known from the start how we were going to end. All of my friends had told me that she was known for being a complete slut and whoring around, but did I listen? Nope. I decided to continue our relationship, ignoring all the warning signs of an unhealthy relationship. Even when she would sometimes rain check our dates, and wouldn't give me a reason why, I only had a minimal suspicion. But sadly my minimal suspicions of Chelsea cheating on me were finally confirmed when I unexpectedly showed up at her house last night.

I probably should have guessed what was going on when I saw an unfamiliar yellow Porsche outside of her house, which I know wasn't Chelsea's because she absolutely hated the color yellow.

The only lights on in her house were coming from her bedroom and kitchen, which was odd because it was 11:00 at night, and she didn't believe in eating two hours before she went to bed around 12:00. Considering all of this, I know that I should have just turned back around, went home and got a good night's sleep, then I could just deal with her in the morning. But no, my curiosity killed the cat when I decided to step out of my black Mercedes Benz, and walk up her brick footpath that led to the front door. Without even knocking when I reached the oak door, I turned the doorknob, listening to the squeaking hinges when I pushed the door slightly ajar.

Maybe another sign of my ignorance is me not turning around once more when I stepped into her two-bedroomed modular home, and I heard something shatter from the kitchen.

Is Chelsea okay? I thought, suddenly not so much worried about an affair, and more about my soon to be ex-girlfriend's safety.

I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I started walking towards Chelsea's kitchen... I guess the reason I started heading towards it was to make sure Chelsea was alright. Which was another brilliant idea of mine. Because as soon as I turned the corner from her pink living room into her white kitchen, I was met with the sight of my girlfriend backed onto her marble counter with at least a 300 pound beefed up guy on top of her.

And what did I think in my head when I saw this beautiful view?

How is she not suffocating under this meathead?

But then I came to my senses and was honestly too shocked to say anything. So I just watched as my loyal, beautiful girlfriend laid on the counter being mauled by a sumo wrestler. Every time I thought that my frozen stature was over and I could finally stop watching my girlfriend cheat on me, I was once again paralyzed by Harry Potter's stupefy spell. But when the meathead's hand started to go inside her shirt, I made the tiniest squeak that was barely audible even for me to hear over the obnoxiously loud moans coming from Chelsea. But apparently they heard me, because as soon as they turned and saw me standing in the kitchen's doorway arch, Chelsea threw the Hulk off of her, and she stared at me with a mixture of fear and shock overwhelming her olive toned face. Staring into her deep brown eyes that she used to make me melt for, I started replaying all of our greatest moments together.

When we went to the beach together with my little brother, Aiden, barely even a month ago. When I first asked her out a day after I met her in Victoria's Secret because my sister Ashley was looking for a job and my mother made me accompany her. When we had our first kiss, and I swore that fireworks were erupting around us, and I could already hear the wedding bells ringing in the distance. But now all of that future I thought we would have together was gone, and we were stuck in a rather intense staring contest for what seemed like eons.

But then realization shuttered through her, and the shock was slowly deteriorating from her face, being replaced by a pair of puppy dog eyes, and a quivering lip.

But I knew better. The whole tearing up thing was a signature move from Chelsea, and I wasn't about to fall for it this time.

"Ethan!" She exclaimed, her mouth 'O' shaped, then went quiet again as she looked down at the ground. She was probably trying to come up with some sob story explanation as to the horror scene I just witnessed. "I can explain," she said quietly. This ought to be good, I thought.

I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for her spot-on innocent act to start. But what she said next left me breathless, "You're so easy Ethan," she said, now making her face into a quite unpleasant snarl, "You fall in love with every woman you meet, and get your heart broken again and again. Why would I be any different?"

All I could feel in that moment was hurt, regret, and anger. White hot boiling anger. Why did my life have to be so difficult? I thought. Why couldn't any girl I fall in love with ever feel the same about me?

"Oh," she said, still talking apparently, "don't give me that look. You should know that for you a broken heart is inevitable with anyone you go to." Which was the truth, it seems that no one could ever break this string of unfortunate events that occurred in my life.

"I guess you're right," I said, with the little care I had left for this woman. I know that I must have sounded hollow and cold right now, considering Chelsea's face was evident with shock, but I guess it was time for her to see this dark side of me, "I will never have a true love that's two sided. It seems that I'm the only person who actually tries to love another. So why not just give up on love altogether?" Okay, maybe that was a little harsh and depressing, but the truth is the truth. Right?

I'm not exactly one for just "giving up." But then again, if I really think about it, why fight a battle I can't possibly win? Because for me, Love will forever be an unconquerable mystery that has yet to be solved.

"Excuse me," Oh, right, the meathead is still here, "If you're done now, we would like to continue our business."

I simply scoffed at the pea-brain's request and started to make my way towards his towering figure. He looked intrigued at first with what my motive would be when I reached him, but then he had a sparkling voracious for agony look in his eye, and I realized that with his size, I may have decided to act a little prematurely on my quest for revenge. I was thinking that I could just do my usual routine, where I knock out the person my current girlfriend is cheating on me with, but once again I acted before thinking everything out. And as soon as I reached my fist back, ready to sock him in the eye, he grabbed my clutch and spun me around, pinning my arm behind my back. I squealed in pain as he started to push the socket of my arm into my body, while twisting my wrist into a position I didn't even know that part of my body could accomplish.

That's right, I squealed in pain. What a man I am.

"Listen here pip-squeak," I rolled my eyes, how original, "Just because you're a weak nobody who just got told off by his ex-girlfriend, it doesn't mean you can ruin everyone else's fun."

"Are you kidding me!" I yelled, and he pushed harder on my arm, resulting in me squealing once again, "you were just making out with my girlfriend while we were still dating!"

I felt my arm regain its circulation when he let go of it and spun me around to face him, grabbing the collar of my shirt in the process, balling it into his fist, "It's not my problem that she left you for a bigger and better man."

"Better?" I scoffed, "you're right, what's better than a 300-pound meathead who was so impressed with his chin, he decided to grow another!"

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation before I saw a hairy, clenched fist being held behind Godzilla's head, and then a small blur flying forward before everything went dark.

Remember to congratulate yourself for the comeback later.

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