It All Started In Paris

***Naomi's Point Of View

I got out my car, Ethan was on his phone, it looks like he's texting someone. He smiles before kissing my lips and letting me go first into the garden.

I turn around to grab his hand, when I see a tall person in all black grab Ethan. I scream as I see the, what I presume, man slit Ethan's neck.

I drop to the floor next to him. It's no use, I run to the door and open it.

"Surprise!!!" Charlotte screams as I enter the house. But I'm not surprised or happy, I'm breathing frantically and crying.

"What's wrong?! Are you okay, should we get you to the hospital?" She asks running up to me and hugging me in a rush.

" Ethan...He...is..." I say while pointing outside.

She runs to the doorframe and covers her mouth. She looks back at me, I'm still crying and I feel like the world is going in slow motion.

"Babe, I'm calling 911" She says getting her phone out of her pocket.

*

I sit next to Ethan on the hospital bed, clutching onto his hand. The stitches in his neck creep me out, but I don't care. I just want him to be safe.

I wipe my tears away with the sleeve of Ethan's hoodie, which I stole from him in Paris.

For some stupid reason, I get filled with hope when I see the doctor entering the room smiling. But it turns out, he was smiling to make me less nervous.

"I'm so sorry Naomi, he lost a lot of blood, too much blood" He says with his head down.

I put my head in my hands and begin crying even more. Although, no more tears escape, there's none left.

*

"I don't wanna talk about it Mom" I say. I'm back at my actual house with my parents. They don't know about Ethan yet, well what happened to him, I'm not ready to talk about it yet.

"Please sweetie, we just want to know-" Mom tries saying.

"Mom! I'm not fucking talking about it! I'm going to Charlotte's house!" I say storming out the door.

Charlotte's house is only down the road, so I run there.

"Naomi," Charlotte says pulling me into a hug when I enter the house, "Hey, you okay?"

"Well, considering I've just lost my boyfriend, no" I cry tightly hugging her.

"What happened with your parents?" She asks as she leads me into the living room to sit down.

"They won't stop asking me questions about it. I don't wanna talk about him! They don't understand!" I say curling into a ball on the couch.

"You can stay with me, until it all gets better" She says smiling and hugging me once more.

I nod in her arms. I don't want to leave her side, nor out of my sight. I don't want to loose the only person I have left.

*

She brings me in a bowl of soup and extra pillows upstairs. She gets into bed next to me and hands me the hot bowl.

"Here, it's nice, your favourite" She smiles.

I smile back and take the bowl. The dry tears have left my face almost stiff, but I've managed to smile because of how loving Charlotte is.

*The next morning*

I wake up before Charlotte. I go into the bathroom, like I usually do, and do my business.

I spot an unopened pregnancy test.

"Eh, what the heck" I shrug, and decide to use it. I know it won't be positive, the last time Ethan and I did it, was in Paris, over a month ago.

I wait for the test to process and dry before looking at the results.

Positive+