To Write Love On Her Arms (COMPLETE!:)

Chapter 18

Ethan

I glanced up from the Physics homework I was working on when I heard the doorbell. My brows furrowed. Who could that be?

Mom and Dad were away for the weekend celebrating their twentieth anniversary and Abby was at a friend’s house tonight. Alan and Mikey hadn’t said anything about stopping by. So that meant…

I tossed my stuff down on the couch before rushing to the door just as it rang again, this time frantically. I yanked it open to reveal Casen, her eyes glazed, her breathing labored and dripping wet from the rain that was pouring down outside.

Worry washed through me as I noticed the bruises forming around her neck. “Casen, what –”

She threw herself at me, making me stumble back. She wrapped her arms around me, her body trembling violently. “I’m so glad you’re home,” she breathed an instant before she kissed me forcefully.

“Whoa, whoa, Casen!” I managed to gasp, placing a hand over her mouth, “Hold on. Are you okay?” I pried her arms from me so I could shut the door. The instant I had the door shut and my back turned to it, she was on me again, her lips meshed against mine. I let her kiss me for a few seconds before struggling to push her off.

“Casen!” I snapped, grasping her upper arms firmly and holding her at arms’ length away from me. There was a frantic look in her eyes and a desperate air in the way she struggled against my hold that bothered me.

I’d never seen her this way before.

“Ethan . . .” she pleaded with me desperately.

“What happened?” I demanded. I knew her dad had done something to her to make her this way, the only question was what exactly?

“Please, Ethan . . . I need you . . .” she whispered.

Her words made me pause. “Uh . . . What?” I asked stupidly before she was kissing me . . . again.

Struggling with her, I turned us around, her back now facing against the door, before pushing away from her again. “Casen, what did he did to you?”

“Does it matter? I just need you, Ethan,” she responded, trying to kiss me again.

I tried to hold her back. “Casen, you’re not thinking straight. Remember the last time we –” My words were cut off as her lips were once again against mine.

Something was terribly wrong. She never acted this way, even if her hormones acted up, but as she tangled her fingers in my hair and pressed her body intimately against mine, igniting fire to my blood, my resistance swiftly faded. I groaned, cupping the back of her head before lifting her up in my arms and pressing her up against the nearest wall.

Thirty seconds later, I pulled back, panting. “Bed . . . bedroom . . .” I rasped. Her pupils dilated, she nodded and I picked her back up before and stumbled awkwardly up the stairs to my bedroom.

I shut the door behind us and returned to kissing her. In the back of my mind, I knew we shouldn’t be doing this but as she pulled my faded gray t-shirt over my head and pulled me towards my bed, I was lost, too far gone to care anymore.

When I woke up in the morning, I woke up to weirdest sensation – someone lying next to me. At first I thought I was fourteen again after a night with Amanda Walker while her dad was on a business trip, until I rolled over and, instead of brunette hair, I saw black. 

Everything came rushing back to me with perfect clarity and I felt my stomach drop in dread.

You didn’t use protection. . .