"Hey." // E.G.D.

Chapter twenty

~Lexee's P.O.V~

"You're.. moving?" Ethan said with hope in his voice. Hope that I'm lying.
"Yes, Ethan, I'm moving. We're supposed to leave next week." I said, probably crushing every single hope in him.
"But, everything was going so good. Please, tell me this is a joke. A very sick joke." He begged me. I shook my head 'no' and sat in my place. He let out a deep sigh and his face turned from completely crushed to completely blank. It was so hard to read.
"Get up, I'm taking you home." He said with no expression and started walking back to his car. I wiped away the tear stains and followed behind him.
"Do you know the way back?" I asked him, just to make sure. He nodded.
"Yes, now get in the car." He said, sternly as I got inside the car.

I let out a sigh as he pulled out of the, now, empty parking lot and on to the main road. The rest of the csr ride was remained silent. Not a word was spoked. The only things that could be heard were his calm breathing and mine being heavy and pressured.

[Finally at home]

"Goodnight, Lexee, see you around." Ethan said coldly to me as I unbuckled my seat belt. I was confused for the most part, but I know that he is being crushed inside. He's just not showing it. I sighed once again.
"Bye, Ethan." I said quietly and got out of the car. I took one last look at him before he disappeared into the darkness of the night. A small but visible tear has slipped down his eye. I frowned. Once I closed the door he didn't even spare a look at me and drove off.

I mentally prepared myself for what type of chaos is about to hurry my way. I checked the time on my phone. 10.26 p.m. Maybe I'll be gone before we even leave for Los Angeles.

I quietly opened the front door and went inside the house. I saw my mother on the couch in the living room. A glass, half-way filled with red wine, in her hand, watching TV. She turned around to be facing me and gave me a death glare but remained calm.

"I don't even want to know where you were." She told me, coldy just like Ethan. My head hung low.
"I'm sorry that I decided to ignore your words. I'll just go up to my room." I said, quietly, and made my way to my room. I heard my mother's voice echoe through the living room but I couldn't figure out what she was saying, I couldn't find any interest to go back and ask her what did she say. She probably doesn't even want to see me so what's the point.

I layed on my bed and unlocked my phone. The picture of Ethan hugging me from behind, me looking at his beautiful eyes and smiling flashed to my eyes as the screen lit up.

"Did I just lose him?" I thought to myself as a tear rolled down my cheek and onto the screen of my phone.

I locked my phone, not wanting to get too emotional. I placed it nicely on my nightstand and turned every single light that was visible in my room off. I layed on my bed, on my back. My eyes wandered around the ceiling. Every thought that I was capable to think of was running through my head. Soon, my depressing thoughts came back to my mind. After such a long time, it returned.

I could still hear the TV downstairs. I got unter the bed covers and layed in my bed. My eyes were closed, but I wasn't asleep just yet.

[An hour or so later]

My pillow is now wet from tears. I couldn't keep the chaos that was growing inside of me any more longer. I had to let out my emotions. If not on someone's shoulder, then on my own pillow.

Soon enough, my mind was turning off, meaning that I was sleepy.
I let the sleep engulf me in its slumber. I let the dark and bright dreams take over me. I just wanted to escape, and this was one of my ways of escaping reality.