little blue suitcase ; e. dolan

5 : old friend

ethan grant dolan

✿   august 14th 2017 ✿

+ 5:01 pm

"cameron! cameron, i need to speak with you!" i shout out as soon as i come back from my aggravated walk home.

"yes?" she speaks softly as she makes her way down the stairs. her voice is spoken with caution, as if she might speak too rough and i will break.

you're already broken.

"you remember lola? yeah, her. she's not allowed in this house. got it? she is not allowed to step foot in this house, and especially anywhere near his bedroom. in fact, nobody should be granted access into that room, do you understand me, cameron?" i speak loudly to ensure that each word is crystal clear for her to understand.

"okay, but why? is something wrong, ethan?"

"that girl is full of lies. she only comes by to invade his space and take his belongings. if you let her in, she is damaging our memories and destroying the home we once kept together in one piece. she betrayed our family the minute he left, and when she decides to visit, she only wants something out of it."

"alright, ethan, if that's what you would like." she gives me a soft smile and it almost relieves the pressure that i feel inside as i catch a glimpse of the way my family used to look at me. but it's not close enough, because i know that she is only smiling out of fear that if she disobeys me, i will get more angry.

before i can reply, or even move, the front door opens and reveals my mother and her.

"no!" i say as she tries to step inside. "you are not welcome here, lola." i storm towards her, and push her shoulders so she is standing away from the doorframe.

"ethan, please. my intentions are genuine, i swear. just because i have distanced myself, it doesn't mean that i have left you behind. i still care about you."

"no, you don't care about me, or this family. you shouldn't have made yourself such a stranger when this family needed you the most. you were his girlfriend, one that he truly loved, and you left the minute he did. this is your fault, and you need to suffer the consequences." i look hard into her sad eyes with my angered, strong ones.

"go. now." i push her slightly and watch her rush down the steps of my house, my fists tight.

i turn fast on my feet, shoving past my parents and sister. i know their faces show shock as they wonder "what happened to the old ethan?".

"ethan! come back down here!" my mother shouts but i ignore her. my feet stride towards my bedroom, my breathing uneven.

i open the door, the handle banging into the wall as i dig through my top drawer of my desk. i rummage through it and find my wallet and a fake id, shoving them into the pocket of my jeans before going back down the stairs.

"i don't want to talk." i push my hand towards my mum when she rushes towards me, obviously hearing my footsteps coming down the stairs.

"don't just walk out, ethan." she warns me but i slam the front door to silence her. i rush down the stairs before walking quickly down the driveway.

i breathe in the soft air, but it feels sharp in my chest. i try to calm myself down but i just keep thinking about the shit that came out of her mouth earlier. i can't stand her and i don't know how she has changed so much so fast.

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+ 5:28pm

my hand brings the bottle of beer to my lips as i down it all the way. i swallow the cold drink as i stare out into the lake. i watch as the sun slowly sets onto the water, the current moving the slow waves down the stream.

i used to come here a lot. with him. it wasn't a 'sacred spot' or any of that cliche bullshit. we would just come here and have a good time.

now i sit here, drinking a cheap beer as i think back to when time didn't move so slow and when the people around me weren't always so suffocating.

it's draining, isn't it?

i can feel the alcohol inside me, buzzing at my insides and tingling at my mind, but my clouded thoughts block the drunkenness that my third beer tries to give me.

like my depressed thoughts are stronger than any alcoholic beverage. weird huh?

why are you asking so many questions? you're by yourself.

"ethan? ethan dolan?" i hear a voice behind me and i turn to see a girl, smiling at me.

"can i help you?" she takes a seat beside me, and i watch her smile slightly fade when she notices two empty bottles at my feet and one in my hand. but she shakes her head slightly before looking up into my eyes.

"gosh, you look so different." she gushes and i furrow my eyebrows gently. what does this girl want? "you probably don't remember who i am, i don't even know how i managed to recognise you. but it's me, elora, from elementary school."

his best friend. i remember her. last time i saw her was when we were 7, but i remember her. her features are hard to forget.

"yes, i remember you."

"well, i was wondering, since my dad and i moved back into town, that you'd like to hang out. you, me and grayson? it's just been such a long time and i was hoping that we could-

"he's not here right now. and he's busy." i stop before she embarrasses herself even more.

"okay, well do you know when he'll be free? i really miss him."

"uh, no. he won't be free for a long time." i speak monotonously, standing up and picking up the three bottles. i tip the rest of the beer onto the grass, her eyes watching me as i do so.

"nice seeing you, elora." i turn my back without another word.

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hmu a girl is bored. sorry about this thrown around chapter