Chimaera

Sexy time

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Chapter six

Savannah won't come out of the room Ethan gave to her a few days ago. Ever since Harley was placed into the ICU things were different. Savannah was always sad, I couldn't sleep and Ethan stayed up late. I was alone most of the time. Which really sucks because it reminds me of life on the streets, but I guess that's okay. Even though he stayed up late, Ethan was usually in bed before midnight most nights he was always bone tired, though. Like now, it's 11 and I'm staring at the ceiling, thinking, which is bad. Ethan's typing away at his desk, and sketching. He's physically here, but not mentally. I wish he was mentally here, I wouldn't feel so alone. I got use to him laying with me every night. It's almost like a lost something dear.

He was my first kiss, the first person I've felt something for, the first guy to care, But it's like he doesn't care anymore. I don't know what to do. I roll over, curling up, staring at the wall, trying to get some sleep before I train tomorrow.

"Ebony?" A soft husky voice whispers. The bed dips and Ethan's face appears in front of mine. "Ebony?"

Humming, I turn to face him.

Ethan pulls me towards him, holding onto me tightly, almost as if he's afraid; fear, depression, anger, it all wafts from him, all at once. I frown up at him, snuggling into his warmth, inhaling.

He whispers softly, against my hair. "I'm sorry."

I hum in question, hoping he'll understand. When he doesn't say anything, I quietly say, "About what?"

"Harley. Me not being the best I can be. Everything."

I turn onto my back, staring up at him. "You are the best you can be. You tried and that's the best you can do. It'll be okay, Ethan. It really will."

He opens his mouth in protest, but I cut him off. "Shush. You need sleep, and I need sleep. Sleepy time." I yawn after wards, causing his lips to turn upwards slightly.

He get up, striping into only his boxers and climbs back into bed, his hand sliding up my thigh, resting close to my center, before moving to put it over my waist. I start to think again. I know Ethan probably wants to have sex. I mean, I want to have sex too. I want to make things final between us. I've known him since the labs. I remember him coming into the labs. He was pretty bad, bleeding, dying. The escape, the longing look, I almost left with him, but I needed to be safe, away from the memories. I want to tell Ethan what my Father did to me. I need him to understand that it's hard for me. Everything hurt when Father raped me, what if it hurts with Ethan.

"Ethan?" I whisper after 30 minutes of me thinking in the content silence.

He grunts, pressing his face into my neck.

"Can I tell you something?" I run my hand down his back, my palms sweaty with nerves.

Shifting, Ethan yawns, rolling onto his back, pulling me with him, causing me to lay on top of him with a soft, "oof."

"I want to tell you about my Father, Ethan." My heart hammers against my ribcage, my breaths come in short bursts.

Ethan wakes right up with what I said, "What about your dad?"

Taking in deep rasping breaths I whisper inaudibly, my lips not moving. "Father raped me."

Ethan leans closer. "You need to speak up. I can't hear you."

In a rush I say loudly, "Father raped me."

"What?"

"He raped me, Ethan. He would touch me..."