His Only Drug

Chapter 3

Dedicated to parmisavla1

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I woke up at the sound of my front door banging. I panicked and checked the time. It was 2am. Who can it be? Is it him?

"Open the dooooorrr!" I heard the familiar voice slur.

I rushed out of my room and opened the door only to find Ethan wobbling. I saw blood dripping out from his lips.

"Ethan are you drunk?" I asked.

"Nooooo I ain't drunkk."

"What happened to you? You got into a fight?" I asked him as I helped him get inside the house.

"Are you Sherlock?" I shook my head. "Then don't ask me questions!" he said rudely.

I took him to his room and laid him on his bed. I removed his shoes and jacket. After placing them near the nightstand, I removed the first-aid kit from the drawer. I cleaned his injuries while he was snoring. I pulled the covers over his body and was ready to leave his room when he grabbed my wrist. I looked at him and leaned forward trying to get out of his hold. He whispered faintly "I'm sorry."

My eyes flew open. I gasped for air. These nightmares are haunting me every single night. Ever since Ethan died, I've been getting these nightmares. The worst part is these nightmares were getting worse as the days pass. I closed my eyes again and slept.

I woke up late. I skipped the shower and dressed quickly. I took my usual stuff and left. I got inside my car and drove to the diner.

Today I was delighted to see Bob in the kitchen. I greeted him and started working. I was preparing the stew when Bob asked "Are you going to the graveyard tomorrow?"

I took a deep breath before saying "Yeah I'll visit him before coming to the diner."

"I can come with you if you want." he offered.

"Thanks Bob, but I'll be fine." I smiled sadly. Bob and the other knew how close Ethan and I were. It was his third death anniversary tomorrow.

For the entire day I kept quiet. I left the diner without saying goodbye to anyone. After reaching home, I took a shower. Hopping out of the bathroom I quickly changed into my night gown. I looked at my reflections in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes. My skin looked paler than ever. In other words I seemed worse than a zombie. It was only 10:45pm, so I decided on watching T.V. I was flipping through the channels when something caught my attention.

"Rumors has it that Max Haynes might getting out of jail soon but nothing has been confirmed yet. Two years ago, the man was alleged to be running one of the biggest drug cartels. When we contacted his lawyer- John Bayer he hinted us that he may have found a loop in the case. He also added that his client is innocent and it was all a trap....." the reporter trailed off but I didn't hear what he said further. How is he innocent? He is a monster. He was the reason for Ethan died. I was fuming at the same time I was scared. I quickly took my cellphone and typed a text to Mason.

Me: You saw what's on the news?

I pressed the send button and waited for his reply. I heard my cellphone buzz and saw it was a text from Mason.

Mase: No. What's on the news?

Me: About Bayer finding out some loop in the case.