How Bad Can He Get

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: "Okay." I agreed. "Okay?" "Yeah." 

"W-what you're moving?” I could hardly believe what Ethan had just told me let alone what I was saying. He was moving, he was moving, and it had barely been a week since we started dating. We hadn't even gone on our first date yet.  

"But how did they find out?" I said while banging my fist on the table. The table was harder than I thought it would be so my hand hurt a lot more than I assumed it would. I was sure that by tomorrow there would be a bruise.  

"When I went to the real interview with the police—" 

"They asked about your parents and you had to tell them the truth." I finished his sentence. I couldn't help but let a few tears fall down my cheek.  

By now I had already taken off my fake mask, moustache, wig and all. All that was left was the uniform. 

"We'll on the bright side you won't see a grown man officer cry." I said to try and lighten up the mood.  

"Come here." Ethan opened his arms for me to lace myself into and I did without hesitation.  

My sobs and snorts weren't the most attractive sounds ever made but I was hoping that Ethan's shirt was thick enough to hide all that. 

But obviously it wasn't. I wiped my tears across my face. I probably looked like a two year old who didn't get a toy she wanted.  

"I'm sorry" I apologized to Ethan. 

He shook his head. "You don't have to apologize." He whispered softly. "I should've told you sooner..." He dragged on but I interrupted.  

"When are you leaving?" I asked immediately.  

He swallowed hesitantly before looking me straight in the eyes. "In a week." He declared with disappointment written all over his face. 

I sucked in a shaky breath preventing myself from crying again. 

"Okay then." I entwined my fingers with his hence holding his hand. "We'll just have to make the best of it."  

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For the past week Ethan and I had spent every single minute we could together. It's as if we had gone MIA for the whole week.  

Kelly even called just to make sure I wasn't dead. And even though I felt a little guilty about not spending any time with my friends, it was worth it.  

Ethan and I had gone to the beach, visited the old museum of our town and literally done everything as if we were going to die the next day.  

Today though was the dreaded day where he was leaving. All the boxes were packed; the moving truck was here, everything was here, but soon to be gone though.

I lifted up a box that had "fragile" written across it. I was currently wearing sun washed jeans, a white tank top with one of Ethan's blue, red and white plaid shirts on top. 

My hair was up in a ponytail so my hair wouldn't get in the way (not that I ever really put my hair down anyways).  

Sophie ran passed me and into the car. Unlike Ethan and me, Sophie was actually pretty happy to be moving. It was probably because she realized that with me out of the picture she would have her brother around more...I guess.  

I put the box down hesitantly careful not to break anything. As it was just about to hit the floor of the truck someone poked me by the waist making me drop the box.  

I turned around to see Ethan with a sheepish grin on his face. I bashed his arm and he reluctantly rubbed it.  

"I was holding a fragile box Ethan! Fragile meaning stuff could break!" I exclaimed.