Love You ; Ethan Dolan [#1]

9.- I Love You.

I picked up my stuff quickly, tears flowing down my cheeks. I was about to call Grayson to tell him to drive me to the airport, but Ethan beat me to it. I saw his name appear on the screen.

I picked up.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"I need to talk to you."

I took some money off of the counter. I wasn't walking to the airport, I would call a taxi or pay Gray to drive me there. Anything to leave soon, Ethan had broke my heart. He had stole my virginity, my first kiss... Everything.

"No. I don't want to talk." I said, my voice shaking. "How could you? You knew how I felt, I gave you everything and yet... you just.. UGH!"

My mother was right, boys only want one thing. They'll take everything away from you, they'll leave you broken and they'll laugh about it in your face. Why did I not listen to her, why didn't I just take his own advice in the first place.

"Emma, just listen—"

"No, no I'm not listening."

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, I pulled my shirt up and the stitches were intact, it was almost cured but... The stress was making it feel worse than ever. I felt a gag running up my throat, my knees became weak and I fell on the ground.

"Put Gray on, I need to talk to him."

"Gray's sleeping, he's really tired." Ethan said. "What are you going to do? Are you leaving already?!?"

"That's none of your business!" I yelled.

Ethan sounded panicked. "Emma, please. That girl... she kissed me. Alright? I didn't make a move."

"Too. Late. Dolan." I hissed. "I gave you things I wouldn't give other people because I thought you were different, but now I realized that you don't care. Nobody cares about me."

"That's not true! You know it isn't, Em." Ethan said, his voice shaking. I heard a voice crack. "I-I lov..."

I hung up and shoved the phone down my pocket. I held tightly the suitcases and passed through the entrance. My tears were drying, I was now angry. I couldn't believe what was happening, what he did, what I believed...

I should've just remained antisocial, I should've never come here in the first place. I should've begged my mother not to come. And like always, I messed everything up. I messed everything up by letting him do that.

A taxi eventually stopped and I ordered him to drive me to the airport. Ethan wouldn't stop calling me, texting me, begging me to wait for a second. But it was too late, I couldn't stop anything. I was leaving.

"We're here."

I paid the driver everything I had and left the taxi quickly. My heart was pounding, tears threatening to run down my face. My eyes were burning, my face was red. I looked like I hadn't slept in months, and my hair was sweaty and a mess.

The suitcase made its rough sound as I dragged it around. I was basically running, I wanted to leave LA as soon as possible. I did not want to be there, I didn't want Ethan to find me or to touch me or to even think of me...

I finally arrived at the entrance, the place where I was stabbed. The blood had been cleaned, and the bad memories and the sharp pain appeared in my mind. I was a mentally unstable girl.

"Em, wait!" I heard someone yell.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Ethan standing there, holding a package in his hand. I rolled my eyes, but my heart was pounding. I wanted to hug him, damn I wanted to do more than hug him, but I couldn't. I couldn't let him hurt me more.