Destiny

Say my name

Warning mature content!!
"Hello?" I answer the phone secretly hoping it was him.
"Tyler... I'm so sorry to be calling you now but I needed to hear your voice."
"Ethan," I whispered trying to be quiet not to attract attention from the next room.
"I..I just needed to hear your voice.." he repeated sobbing.
Hearing him cry I wanted to go and wrap my arms around him and tell him everything was going to be okay."
"Can you talk?"  His sobs were now coming in a whimper.
Getting up I look out the door before closing it.
"Yeah, it's ok."
He takes a large breathe trying to stop himself from crying.
"I miss you."  His voice still quivering.
Closing my eyes, I smile thinking of when we had last met.
"I miss you too, but tell me what's wrong."
"It's Brandon he s accused me of seeing you. And when he hit me I couldn't deny it anymore but that just made him madder... he's been drinking. I..dont  think... it's bad Tyler."
I could feel the anger build up inside of me. "Where is he?"
"I..I don't know, he left me here alone."
He cries we're now coming in waves.
"Stay there, and lock the door I'm coming right over."  I rush to the wardrobe and grab my coat and shoes before walking into the kitchen where Mark was preparing dinner.'kissing him on the cheek I tell him I needed to go out.
"What about dinner?"
"I'll be back soon." I kiss him on the cheek again before heading towards the door.
The drive over my head reeled as I thought of all the things I wanted to do to Brandon.
Arriving at his apartment I knock on the door.
"Ethan it's me let me in."
The door swings open but it's not Ethan that greets me but Brandon.
"How did I know you would be sniffing around." He boomed putting his hand across the doorway blocking my entrance.
"Ethan  doesn't want to see you, so why don't you just fuck off." His breath smelt of alcohol.
"I want to see Ethan." I tried barging past him to no avail.
"Don't think I'm stupid." He bellowed "Ethan told me everything, that dirty little slut got everything he deserved." He swung towards me his fist nearly missing my face before he lost balance and fell to the ground.
"Ethan.," I yell into the apartment checking each room.
I found him in the bedroom sitting on the floor his face bruised and bleeding, drifting in and out of consciousness. Holding his head in my hands I brush his bloody hair away from his face.
"Ethan..Ethan, come on baby talk to me."
"Tyler." He faintly smiles "I love when you say my name." As he falls unconscious again.
"Come on I need to get you to the hospital." I pick him up in my arms carrying him towards the door only to be confronted by Brandon again...
"Where do you think you're going?" He swaggers towards us only to lose balance again falling to the floor.
"I don't have time for this Brandon." I go to walk past him only to have him grab my ankle.
"You're not taking him anywhere." He grips my ankle tighter. "You can't take him away from me."
Shaking him from my leg I walk towards the door. "You don't deserve him."
"Fine." He shouts "you and that slut deserve each other."
I held his hand as they pushed him away on a gurney towards the theatre until they pulled me away telling me they needed to operate and I had to stay in the waiting room.
I sat in the quiet room and cried praying that he was going to be alright.
The feeling of my phone vibrating reminded me about Mark.
"Where are you, it's been hours?" He sounded concerned.
"I'm sorry sweetie, a friend needed me. I'm at the hospital."
"The hospital?" His voice now high pitched.
Are you ok?, Should I come?, What hospital?"
"It's ok, you stay there. I'll explain more when I get home but I'm not sure when that will be."
"Ok?" Still panicked and a little unsure.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Hanging up the phone I start to sob uncontrollably. I hated this.
The police had already come to get my statement and left, They just needed to hear from Ethan.
I called his family and they had flown down.
It felt like a lifetime sitting in the small room waiting for information that told us everything was going to be ok.
A doctor finally came and from his solemn face, I knew straight away that the news wasn't good.
As he walked towards his parents his mother collapsed to the floor her screams echoed throughout the room
"I'm sorry Mr & Mrs  Nester, but Ethan died on the operating table from internal bleeding."
I sat there shaking my head refusing to believe it, listening as his mother screamed calling for him wanting once more to be able to hold her baby in her arms.
The day of the funeral was grey and as the rain fell  I felt that the angels cried for you.
I longed for your smile and craved for your touch. I would do anything to be able to hold you in my arms again. But that wasn't going to be.
Every year on your birthday and anniversary I lay fresh flowers down on your grave sitting here hoping you can hear me.
It's been three years since we lost you and my life has continued as I knew you wanted it to.
But a  twinge of guilt still remains.
Waking towards Mark a soft breeze picks up and I swear I hear you whisper goodbye.
This is not goodbye but adieu my love. hoping to meet in our next life.