Madhouse | Ethan Dolan

7

Octavia's POV

My eyes open slowly as I hear the ring of the timer I set on the stove.

"They're done." I yawn, rubbing my eyes as I lightly pat Ethan's chest.

He groans, leaning into me. "Leave them."

I giggle, resting my ear against his chest again. "They'll burn."

"Let them." He says nonchalantly.

I sigh in content, kissing Ethan's cheek.

I hear the door open and scramble to my feet.

"Hello dollies!" The man exclaims, throwing air kisses towards us.

Except he isn't alone.

A man shows up behind him.

"Meet Victor! Say hi!"

We don't reply, and stare at the other man. He was wearing a black crisp suit with not a single hair out of place. "Greet me." He dangerously warns, warning a shiver from me.

"H-Hello." Ethan strongly reply from behind me, stepping up from behind me.

"Hi." I squeak. "I have c-cookies baking on the o-oven. Would you like one?"

Victor nods slowly.

I speed up to the oven, picking them out with my baking mits.

Victor steps behind me, dangerously close.

"Uh.. H-here." I stutter, pushing the tray towards him.

Victor creepily smiles, taking the cookie as his finger brush against mine.

"We should head to bed...." Ethan says quickly behind me. I turn around, nodding as I agree with him.

The man nods, pointing up over his head. "You can go, boy." The man ushers. "Girl stays."

My eyes open wide as I stare back at Ethan.

"She should come with me. We're both tired." He replies, chuckling weakly at the last part.

The man takes a long long at Ethan with a terrifying expression. "Now." He growls. "Or I'll pull her with me."

I can physically see Ethan gulp as he slowly walks away, looking back every couple seconds. I keep staring as the man turns around, a slightly less intimidating smile on his face.

Ethan turns away from the staircase and hides in the corner across the hallway to make sure I'm okay.

I sigh in relief, smiling a little to myself.

"So, Octavia." Victor starts, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You're 19 I presume?" He asks, showing his yellow teeth.

I nod politely, folding my hands in my lap.

"And how do you like it here?"

"I-it's....." my eyes trail up to the man. "It's good."

The man claps happily, turning his mask blocked face to Victor.

"And, would you be in any condition to want to leave, by chance?"

"Leave?" I ask, furrowing my brows. "To where?"

"My home." Victor smirks, raising his hand to my face. "A pretty girl like you...." he whispers, trailing his finger over my neck. "Deserves a palace."

"But-" The man interjects before being hushed by Victor.

I nod my head slowly. "I-I like it here, thank you though."

Victors features show a slightly discounted look, but he covers up by coughing to himself.

"Very well." He grumbles, pulling at the sleeves of his tux. "I'll be back tomorrow. Until then..." he nods, looking me in the eyes. "Take care."

I purse my lips and almost barely smile.

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"You okay?" Ethan asks, resting an arm around my shoulders.

I nod, smiling at him. "I'm fine. Now that you're here."

Ethan blushes, turning his head as he pushes our door open.

"Y'know, I was going to come out. That Victor guy was getting close." Ethan shivers, pulling off his hoodie.

I giggle, pulling the sheets of our duvet up. "Sure you were."

"Hey!" He warned, leaning in. "I don't want anyone hurting you."

"I can take care of myself." I snort, turning to him. "I'm strong enough."

Ethan rolls his eyes playfully. "Yeah you had it there."

I scoff with a whine. "Go to bed, weirdo."

He grins, leaning over to turn off his night stand light. "See you in the morning, beautiful."

I feel my cheeks burn and shuffle towards him.

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The next morning

Octavia's POV

I crawl back into the bed with a mug of hot chocolate in my hand, leaning down next to Ethan.

Last night was the first time we didn't keep dividers up. He didn't touch me or anything, but it felt like he was so much closer.

"Wake up." I hum, running my hands through his hair.

He lets out a long sigh, resting his arm on my lap. "Not today."

"I have hot coco."

Ethan opens one eye, making sure that I wasn't lying. "Can I have a sip?" He sweetly asks, lifting his head slightly.

"Get up then." I chirp, which earns a small groan.

He props himself up on his elbows, looking over at me. "Sleep well?" He asks.

I nod, taking a sip from the hot mug. "Extremely well."

"Good." Ethan chuckles, resting his head on my lap. "I am too so let me enjoy this."

"Ethan!" I whine, blushing. "You know-"

I stop as I hear the loud sound of a gunshot.

At first, I supposed that I was the only one. But then Ethan's heads turns up to me, his eyebrows raised.

I jump out of the bed and ru down the stairs, hearing Ethan's feet as he runs behind me.

That's where I saw at.

Beside the main door, the man lay with blood oozing from his back facing up and Victor standing over the body with a devilish smirk.

"I never liked him too much."