FEAR . ethan dolan

two.

"No, you don't." I say, backing up from him a bit.
"Are you sure?" He says, getting closer and eventually pushing me back into my counter.
The door opens and I can hear my dads keys jingling. Ethan averted his attention to the door, making it easy for me to slip from behind him.
"Hi dad!" I say, a bit worried about what he'd say about me having a boy at the house.
"Hey hun, how was your day?"
Luckily he hasn't noticed Ethan yet.
"Uh, good. I think?" I say, choking up as Ethan walks around my kitchen behind me
"Well, thats good. Oh, hi Ethan. How are you?" My dad greets Ethan
"I'm alright, thanks Mr. Brand." Ethan says, smiling towards my father.
He's not that bad when my dad's around. What a shame. I wish he was this easy to be around all the time.
But he isn't. And he never will be.
"Well that's good. Now, may I ask what you're doing here?" My dad asks, staying his polite self as usual
"Actually Ethan was just leaving, dad. Weren't you?"
"I'm still locked out of my house, Ana. You know that."
Ana. Did he really need to call me that? I haven't been called Ana since before my mom died.
"Oh you're locked out? Stay as long as you want." My dad offers, setting the rest of his work stuff on the counter and finishing up a few bill papers.
"Thank you. My mom should be home in an hour or so." Ethan explains, taking a seat at our dining room table.
"Alright, well I'll be in my office doing some work." My dad says, "Holler my name if you need anything, Anabelle."
"Will do." I say, walking back over to the brown couch I had originally thrown my backpack onto.

I walk up to my room, hoping Ethan will just stay downstairs on the couch. I need to get my mind off the fact he's in my house and is actually being nice to me for once. I also have a ton of homework to do, and considering he's already been here way too long than I would like, I would prefer to not have him around any longer. 

"Where are you going, Ana?" 

Of course, he does it again. Could he stop for once? 

"My room, please don't call me Ana." I say, asking politely in case he decided to get angry again. I wasn't in the mood for that at this time of day.

"Why not?" 

"I'm doing homework, Ethan. Be quiet." 

"Okay."

Ethan ended up staying quiet for the rest of the time he was there, right until he was about to leave. 

"Also, nobody will know I stayed here. Got it?" Ethan says, pointing at me and basically threatening me with his eyes. 

"Yes, got it." I say, turning away from him.

"Bye." 

- 

Another school day, great. It's Thursday today, which means tonights the night I'll be tutoring Ethan. He probably won't show up though. I'm sure he'll be off getting laid or drinking some alcohol at a party. 

I walk out of my house after doing the daily morning greeting to my dad and grabbing a small granola bar out of our pantry cabinet. I hope I don't have to deal with Ethan too much today. He's almost worse than Amanda, and she's horrible. The two of them combined is like World War 3 for me. Those days are the worst. You know, when they decide to work together. 

I headed straight to first hour, luckily not running into Amanda, Ethan, or any of their little posse. Or shall I say, big posse. 

"Ms. Brand, how are you today?" My teacher greets me as I walk into the door, waving lightly and finishing up with a sheet of paper he seemed to have been grading.

"I'm good, Mr. Michaels. And you?" I say, sitting down in my seat towards the back of the class. 

"I've been alright."