Nephilum

Chapter 3

"Hi Mrs. Williams." I greeted as I walked through their threshold. I didn't even knock. She smiled when she saw it was me and pointed up stairs. I nodded walking up the stairs quietly. Like a ninja. A super ninja spy.

Actually I was just going to try to scare the living daylights out of Ethan. I turned the corner to where his room was and it was slightly ajar. Rap music filled my ears and I crept closer to the door, careful to avoid the floor board that creaks. I smiled deviously and counted to three under my breath.

One...

Two...

"Bang!" I made as much noise as I possibly could when entering his room, screaming like a banshee as I went.

Ethan screamed in a way no one would expect from a male and jumped so high he dropped his shirt he was folding. I fell into his bed, laughing so hard my stomach hurt and I had to keep wiping my eyes to make sure my mascara wasn't running. He sent me a playful glare and it was obvious he was trying not to grin. "I told my mom to tell me when you got here."

"Well it seems as though she's on my side." I panted, still trying to catch my breath from my laugh attack just moments earlier. I could have sworn I heard stifled laughter coming from downstairs and I know it's from his mom. She's always been pretty cool.

"Oh , hey do you have a bandaid?" I asked him, remembering my hands. He got up and went to his bathroom, emerging with a bandaid.

"Yeah, why do you need it?"

"I fell." I held up my hands. He shook his head muttering, "Figures."

"So why'd you call me over?" I asked him, turning on the bed to face him. He suddenly turned serious.

"Lizzy, I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to overreact." He looked at me seriously. It was weird seeing him not joke around.

"I can't promise that."

"Fine. Ok so, you know how my dad is in jail?" He didn't need to ask, he knows I know that. I was there when he was arrested. "Well he's getting out on parole next week."

I stared at him, shocked. "How? I thought he had another two years left."

"Parole. Apparently good behavior."

My eyes narrowed. I did not like his dad one bit. Not since we were eleven. We didn't know anything at the time, but he and another woman, one he cheated on with Mrs. Williams, robbed a bank. They had guns and everything. The only reason they were caught was because Ethan found out and told his mom who called the cops on him.

"Maybe he's changed." Ethan suggested.

I snorted. "I doubt that. Don't forget how many times he made you cry. How many times I had to punch someone at school because they were making fun of you because of what he did."

"I know. And I won't."

I sighed. I can still remember that night clearly as if it were yesterday.

We were all having ice cream, Mrs. Williams, Ethan, and I. The ice cream shop just happened to be near the bank and Ethan saw his father walking along with a blond woman toward the bank.

"Hey mom," He'd said. "Why is dad over there? I thought you said he was on a business trip."

She looked over at where her son was pointing and sure enough, there stood her husband. "Kids, stay here." She left the ice cream parlor in a rush and walked at a brisk pace toward Mr. Williams. Ethan couldn't hear anything from where he sat, staring out the window, but he did catch how his mom seemed to grow angrier by the second.