Just Friends

December 16th

It's almost midnight. Ethan and I are sat in bed watching an episode of Patrick Miller's show. I wasn't watching it to tell you the truth. I was drifting off to sleep. Something had been on my mind all day though, the source of where all this came from. Ethan paid for it all, but the money in that bag I saw a while ago hasn't paid for everything.
"Ethan?" I whispered, rolling over and onto his chest.
"Yes, dear?" He replied, flicking his eyes off the television.
"How did you pay for everything? Honestly."
I closed my eyes in hope he'd think I was adorable, so he wouldn't get mad at me for asking.
He inhaled and exhaled deeply. "My Dad didn't drink himself to death. He was... shot, because he owed a casino owner in Italy a severe amount of money. When the owner found out he didn't have the money he was owed, he shot my Dad. I went over to Italy as soon as I left the hospital, saw my Dad one final time before having him sent back home to be buried next to my Mum. The casino owner had twelve casinos scattered around Europe. They all closed that same weekend. Each one mysteriously emptied of its sixty or seventy million banks... I walked away with seven hundred and seventy three million by the end of the weekend. I bought myself a private plane with the money from the first winnings, to fly me to every other casino. Then I went to Switzerland, to open a bank account where the money remains now... not bad to say I'd just come out of hospital, huh? I think we can both agree that I'm pretty good at roulette."
     I remained silent. A tear ran down my cheek as I winced my eyes. I know why he had kept this a secret, it's not easy telling someone your Dad was murdered. And then so many questions would have to be asked. I felt nothing needed to be said, so I cuddled up to him and squeezed him, snuggling my head into his chest more. He already knows that I'm sorry and I'll always be there for him. Our emotional moment was interrupted when I burped out of nowhere. Ethan laughed so hard he had to roll out of bed to compose himself.
"Way to brighten the mood, August!" He joked.
Embarrassed, I laughed with my head underneath the pillow, desperately wishing that didn't just happen.