Stuck In The Middle Of Romance (On Hold)

Chapter 29

A/N
Ok, here's the next chapter...

The rest of eternity didn't last very. It was Thursday and I was at Harley's house hanging out. We were talking about my new found confidence about singing.
"I don't want to play! Leave me alone!" We hear someone yell before a door slammed. We both recognized Ethan's voice and looked at each other before jumping up to see what happened.
"He just-"
"Kicked us out." Lewie finished for his twin. "Hope-"
"Do something!" This time Beast finished for Lewie.
"Me? What am I going to do?" I ask shocked. Harley turned to look at me.
"He's your boyfriend. Talk to him." She said.
"He's been like this since you stopped talking to him." Lewie said.
"Yeah!" Beast agreed.
"First, he stopped talking to me. Second, why should I talk to him? Your his sister!" I exclaim at her.
"I'v tried. He doesn't listen!" She said back. I groan and then sigh.
"Fine! I'll talk to him." I say walking over to his door.
I knock lightly and the door opens just enough for Ethan to reach his hand out and pull me in.
My eyes went wide and the door shuts behind me. I feel his arms wrap around me before I had time to understand what was happening, he pulled me into him and I could smell the sent I had missed so much.
"Hope-"
"I don't want to talk. I didn't relize how cold I was without you." I whisper, intrupting him.
"You don't have to talk, just listen to me." I nod and gasp at what he does next.
He picked me up bride style and I was going to say something but he talked first. "If you say something, they might hear you."
"Fine." I wrap my arms around his neck and he walks over to his bed and lays down with me on top of him. I get comfortable laying on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
"I'm really sorry about this week." He whispers wrapping his arms around my back. I fix myself to were I had my arms crossed on his chest and my chin on my arms so I could look at him.
"Its not your fault. I should have told you instead or lying." I argue.
"It is my fault though. I broke my promise, and on top of it, I was a jerk to everyone else. I should have talked to you. I know you would give me good advice on it."
"Give you advice on what?" He sighed and reached behind him to grab a paper and sighed.
"I asked mom if I could be apart of a program that would help with my future. But she said it would be to dangerous and not something I should do." He hands me the paper and I read it.
Kids above 13 welcome. Lean to shoot all kinds of guns and have fun with others.
$100 for one week of camp.
Then it had dates and boring stuff.
"Why do you want to learn to shoot? How can that help your future?"
"I want to be a cop. I'll have a better chance if I know how to shoot."
"You want to be a cop?" I sit up and back away from him. He sat up and looked worried and confused.
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?" He asked. I wasn't going to tell him the truth so instead I stood up and bit my lip.
"I don't want to talk about it." I whisper.
"After everything that's happened this week, do you think not telling me is the best thing?"
"I want to tell you but, I can't. I'm sorry." I say backing away from him reaching for me. "I just remembered I have something to do tonight. I'll see you later." With that, I walked out of the room.
"What happend?" Harley asked when I went into her room and got my stuff.
"Uh, we talked and I remembered something I have to do. I'll see ya later." I say walking out.
Ethan had come out of his room and tried to stop me.
"Talk to me, babe. What's going on?" He asked holding my wrist.
"I can't." I say shaking off his hand and leaving. He called my name but I kept walking.
By the time I got beck home, bad memories were flooding my mind and I had tears threatening to spill over at any second.
I walk in and fall face down on my bed, letting the tears now fall freely. I reach over to my nightstand table and open it, grabbing my pocket knife when I do. I close it and flip over onto my back. Princess came bouncing in and sniffed around until she took a spot laying right across my stomach.
"Hey girl. I don't want to get blood on you. Move." I tell her sitting up and pushing her off. She complained a little then moved to sit next to me instead.
I sigh and put the knife on my arm a few inches away from my elbow. I bite my lip before cutting my arm down until I was a few inches from my wrist. The whole point of cutting myself was so I would have some kind of pain that wasn't emotional. I couldn't stand the thought of Ethan becoming a cop, because I couldn't stand the thought of losing him. I couldn't lose him like I lost someone else. I wasn't going to.