Muted | Ethan Dolan ✔️

Four: Picnic

⚠️Short chapter

Ethan pulled up in the driveway as I was running down the staircase. As my hand grabbed the door knob I heard a set of lights turn on upstairs.

"Shit" I thought.

I then heard footsteps. I decided to just open the door, run out and have my punishment later.

"Bailey!!" I heard a voice call out.

I closed the door behind me and ran to the car, where Ethan was waiting,

"Hey sorry about those last few texts, Grayson stole my phone" he chuckled

I nodded.

"Can I ask you a question?"

I nodded

"Why don't you talk, can you talk?"

-FlashBack-

"Bailey get you're ass down here!" My dad called out

"Y-yes dad?"

"Why is that doll on the steps!?" He slurred out

"I-I'm s-sorry I'll pick it up right now"

As I was picking up the doll I felt a sharp hit on my back, in an instant I fell to the floor groaning.

I looked up and saw my dad with a belt in his hands. "You're seven years old, I shouldn't have to tell you to pick up those damn dolls!"

"Bu-"

"Say something and I'll kill you right here right now" he slurred out

He went over to the counter and spreader out a white powder, he later sniffed it, which made his eyes slightly redder.

"When y-you're mom gets home me and her are gonna have a t-talk about you"

I wanted to say something but I knew of I did, he probably would beat me until he was tired. I hated to see him like this, he could be having a bad day at work and when he gets home he drinks,drinks and drinks and smokes,smokes and smokes. He would always forget my birthday and sometimes forget about me, which was usually good in my case, that meant I could sneak out the house and run and run until I couldn't. Usually when I sneak out he doesn't catch me, but one time he did and he wasn't to pleased.

My mom would usually patch up my scars in the outside, but nothing could patch up the scars that were kept in, the ones nobody could see, but the ones I could feel.

Getting beat use to be monthly but slowly months turned into weekly and soon weekly turned into daily.

My mom was truly scared of leaving him so she stayed and that was the worst choice she could ever make. My mom was the sweetest person you could ever meet but around him, she just...changed somehow.

I got up from the floor, grabbed my doll and went up the staircase, waiting for my mom to come home to patch up my new set of scars.
-END OF FLASHBACK-

Tears began streaming down my face.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that" Ethan said pulling up on a mountain top. "Look, whatever you've been through..it's going to get better, I promise" he smiled, making the tension slightly go away.

"Come on." He said getting out of the car.

I followed closely behind him. He locked his hand with mine, it wasn't until 15 minutes later I saw lanterns lighting up a spot. As we got closer I knew what he was planning. A moonlight picnic.

"Like it?" He asked

I smiled widely and nodded my head.

We sat down on the blanket and he basically told me a whole bunch of stuff about him while I listened. His life up until now was so...fun and filled with happiness and love. He was a YouTuber and he told me all these funny/embarrassing stories that's happened to him. It was truly the first time in a long time I felt happy.