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by Dolanskey

by Dolanskey

five hours ago

"okay, thank you for bringing him over safely." i told grayson.

"of course. he kept slurring 'bexley. get me bexley. bring bexley' so i decided to drive him over here." multiple sighs of disappointment fell in between his words.

"i'll take care of him," i slightly laughed to hide the fact i was upset, "i'll bring him back once he's sober." i slightly joked, like obviously grayson knows i'm bringing ethan back once he's sober, but i felt the need to say it anyway.

"you're amazing haha. i'll see you later bex" grayson waves before walking back to his car. i dragged ethan to the guest room and helped him onto the bed. i got a trash can beside the bed, and put a glass of water and mug of coffee on the night stand.

"bexley" ethan said sternly, his eyes still closed. i'm not gonna lie it startled me.

"can i leave" i asked carefully and sweetly, trying not to tick him off. i wanna get out of here. i'm scared.

"me? you're breaking up with me?" ethan sat up and his eyes darted towards mine.

"no, i meant leave the room. i'm hungry, i wanted a snack" i lied right through my teeth. i actually have no appetite, with how nervous i am.

"no. you promised to stay by my side" he yelled, standing up. his chest slightly hit against mine as he stood, it knocked me right over. i backed over onto the wall.

"let me come with you" he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the stairs.

"ethan let go of me" i squirmed and rapped his back but no matter what, he ignored me. my voice went in one ear and out the other.

he finally let go of me and walked over to the fridge. he grabbed one of my dads drinks. no, i won't let him drink any more.

"ethan put it down, i'm not letting you get even more drunk." i point at the bottle.

"i can do what i want" he yelled as he stepped closer.

my back was pressed against the wall as i had walked back, as he walked towards me.

"ethan put it down"

"YOU CANT CONTROL ME BEXLEY." his breath blew in my face.

gross, he reeks.

a tear dropped as my head was turned away from him.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU."

"ETHAN CALM DOWN" i spit back, immediately regretting it. he opened the bottle and completely chugged the whole thing. before i could tell him to stop, the bottle was already empty. another couple tears dropped.

"SEE? IM FINE." his jaw was clenched and his arms were flexed.

"NO YOURE NOT ETHAN, PLEASE STOP"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING" he gripped the color of my shirt. i tried pushing him off, but it only made him more angry. he threw me to the ground. i was about to prop myself back up, but he started kicking me.

"I DONT WANT ANYTHING, ETHAN. I JUST WANT THE ETHAN I KNOW." i yelled with sobs and hiccups. i could take it anymore. i could already feel new bruises forming on my sides.

"IM ETHAN, AND THERES NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT" he gripped the alcohol bottle so hard that his knuckles were as white as newly formed soap suds. he raised the bottle above his head.

"NO ETHAN STOP-" i put my hand up, but before i could finish he slammed the bottle against my face, glass immediately piercing my skin. i yelped in pain, as he dropped the remainder of the bottle. i grabbed my phone and jacket and ran past him, out of the house.