Savior: A Crankgameplays Fic

(9): Decisions

"Ethan?" I called out his name, pushing his recording room door open.

"Hmm?" He hummed turning his chair to face me.

"I've been thinking and I'm going to take the job with Mark," I spoke quietly, but Ethan heard every word.

"Really?" He stood from his chair and ran to hug me. I giggled at how happy it made him.

"I think I have more of a future helping you guys then at an animal shelter."

"Hell yeah, you do!"

"Maybe I could even start working into media like I've always wanted." a big smile crept upon my face, I could just tell. I have always wanted to major with media and have a job from it. But, like everything else, Eric got in the way of that too, he always gets in the way. Speaking of the devil, did he answer my messages from yesterday?

"(Y/N), you can do whatever you want to do. I'll support you the whole way and I will do everything in my power to make sure your dreams come true. I will do anything for my friends. I will do anything for you." Ethan's face flushed red at his own words.

"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?" I wrapped my arms around his torso and pulled him closer to me. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the moment. I felt safe and happy. What would I do if I didn't have Ethan in my life?

"Have I ever told you how wonderful YOU are?"

I giggled and pulled away from the warmth of him. I had to ask. I had to ruin the good moment.

"I was wondering... did Eric answer back?" I timidly asked, looking up at Ethan. His face went blank again like past times. He begins to play with the trim of his shirt, his eyes darting back and forth as if he was looking for an answer.

"E-Ethan?" I waved my hand to get his attention.

Ethan's point of view

What do I tell her? If I'm honest, I will scare her to death. If I lie and something happens... I can't live with myself. Hearing all that Eric has done, he's serious about doing something if (Y/N) isn't back. I could call the police! Wait. No. He can blackmail her if I do, but with what? I need to find out. She has to know, I have no other choice.

"Ethan?" (Y/N) waved her hand to get my attention.

"H-he answered, (Y/N)" I stammered, closing my eyes shut, slightly panicking.

"Wait, he did?" (Y/N)'s voice was coaxed with fear. That made me realize, I might have made a mistake. I opened my eyes, seeing her worried and terrified face. I studied her, seeing every perfect flaw she had. I have to protect her from Eric. I quickly grabbed her phone to show her the small conversation Eric and I had.

The way her eyes skimmed over the bright screen, the little crease between her eyebrows when she focused. God, I love it when she does that. When she finished reading it, she suddenly collapsed at my feet, shock overwhelming her. I kneeled down to her level and grabbed her cold hand.

"What can I do?" I kept my voice stronger this time, to try and comfort her.

"All he can blackmail me for are the things in my past that I shouldn't have told him." She covered her face with her one free hand and took a deep breath.

"Is that a big worry? Because we need to call the police (Y/N)." I squeezed her hand to reassure her.

"Do we have to? They're going to make this a really big deal,"

"How bad are these things,(Y/N)?" I pushed further.

"He would just call me out to my family. He would say I was the abuser, not him and say how I left my family to move to LA for the chance of opportunity was a lie. That I only came because I hate them. At the time I was angry with my family, so I did say things, but I didn't mean them."

"That's not bad. They will understand if they truly care. I know your family, they won't believe him." I said firmly.

"I hope they don't. If they do, I don't even care, I have you." She looked up at me with puffy eyes but they had a little twinkle left. He didn't have anything to call her out for, he was just trying to scare us. I grabbed both her hands and walked her to my bed. She laid down and I kissed her forehead. She flinched and tucked her head under the covers. Fucking stop. Ethan, you're such a dumbass, SHE IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. I walked into the living room and told Diego to go into my room to be with (Y/N). I then proceeded to call the police and tell them the situation. They have had things like this happen a lot apparently. They said we could come tomorrow to talk about Eric and that he would be arrested for a short period of time, enough time for (Y/N) to get a restraining order.

"What a relief," I mumbled to myself. I walked back into my bed room to see (Y/N) cuddling Diego. I got on the bed and laid down across the bottom half. I was vertical and (Y/N) was horizontal so I wasn't very close to her. I know being close to her would make her uncomfortable. I think it would at least.

"Goodnight, Princess," I mumbled.

Fucking stop, Ethan.

"Goodnight (Y/N), sweet dreams." I corrected myself.