Harsh Times (previously called 'A Dangerous Love')

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

I stared at the white door in front of me, hoping a doctor or nurse or at least someone would come out of it and tell us what was going on. Nate was sitting next to me and we were waiting for the nurse to allow visitors to enter Ethan’s room.

“How did this even happen?” I asked Nate who was carefully sipping the hot coffee out of the cup that was placed in his hand.

“He was really drunk and decided to go swimming, which is a really stupid thing to do when you’re drunk. Anyway, he just nearly drowned.”

“No one stopped him?” I asked, staring into his bright green eyes.

“Nope. I would have of course, but I was busy taking care of you.”

A sudden rush of guilt came over me causing me to look down and fiddle with my T-Shirt.

“Oh yea…thanks for that by the way.”

“No problem.” He said smiling slightly.

A nurse finally came out of the room and told us we could see Ethan now. We entered his room, with the nurse following us, and I was shocked as I saw him. He was wearing a cast around his arm, and he had a huge bruise on his forehead.

“Oh god Ethan. Are you alright?” I asked as I walked towards him a lightly kissed his cheek.

“I’ve been better.” He answered smirking.

I couldn’t understand why he was smirking. It was really now the time or place to do that.

“How bad is it?” Nate asked the nurse who was standing by the door.

“It’s nothing too serious. He broke his arm and he has to wear the cast for six weeks and the bruise on his forehead will soon fade but it will hurt for a while.”

“How did you get the bruise?” I asked Ethan.

He shrugged.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember anything.”

“I believe he bumped his head somewhere against the swimming pool, the side maybe or the floor next to it whilst being carried out.” The nurse said.

She left shortly after that, leaving us three alone. Nate left too for a while to get us two a drink leaving Ethan and I alone.

“Despite the injuries, did you have a good time at your party?” I asked.

“Yea it was great. Thanks so much for going through all that trouble.”

“Ah don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure and besides, it wasn’t all me, it was Nate too, and Tyler. He distracted you so Nate and I could set up the party. Oh that reminds me…I forgot to give you this yesterday. I was planning on giving it to you at your party but a lot of stuff happened and I didn’t get the chance.” I said whilst taking a present out of my bag that was wrapped with silver wrapping paper.

I wide curve appeared on his lips as he tried to open it. I helped him a little since he only had one hand to work with.  

“The new Justin Bieber album ‘Believe’!” He exclaimed.

He was the only guy I knew that actually liked Justin Bieber.

“Thank you so much!” He said as he put the arm without a cast around my waist.

“My pleasure.” I smiled.

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I got out of the car as Nate drove off to get some groceries since his parents were still away on their trip. They tried to get a flight as soon as they heard about the accident, but there were no seat available and so they were coming back on Sunday, tomorrow, just as planned.

I opened the front door and found Tyler coming down the stairs just as I was about to go up them.

“Hey.” He winked. I chose to ignore him since I was still angry at him for having slept with Hannah while she was drunk.

All I wanted to do at that moment was go into my room and be alone but of course I didn’t get the chance to because Tyler grabbed onto my arm and stood in front of me.

“I don’t get a ‘Hello’?” He asked raising his eyebrows.

“Let me go!” I shouted but all he did in return was laugh at my attempt to wriggle out of his hold.

“Why so cranky?”

“You damn well know why!” I yelled still trying to wriggle out but all this did was making his grip tighter.

“Oh…is this about me sleeping with the petite blonde?”

This boy was unbelievable! He didn’t even know her name!

“Her name is Hannah!” I shouted at him and he chuckled in response.

“You think this is funny? She lost her virginity to you and she was drunk! You took advantage of her!”

“How was I supposed to know that she was a virgin? And besides, she wanted it at the time.” He smirked.

“You’re such a jerk! Why couldn’t you just sleep with another girl? There were plenty of sluts at that party. Why her?” I questioned.

He let go of me and placed his hands in his jeans’ pockets.

“Well, I know there were a bunch of girls that didn’t even need to be drunk to sleep with me, but I don’t like sluts. And the only girls there that weren’t sluts were You, Erica, and Hannah. I figured that it wouldn’t be a great idea to sleep with Erica since she’s Ethan’s girlfriend and he would hate me forever, and you, well I-I couldn’t find you so-“

“So you chose Hannah?” I cut him off.

He nodded.

“She’s good though I’ll tell you that.” He winked.

Anger filled up inside me. How dare he talk about Hannah that way! I rose my hand and smacked him across the cheek as hard as I could.  

He didn’t show any pain from my slap and instead turned me around and grabbed me by the waist. He held me so tight I could hardly breathe. I could feel his warm breath against my neck. I send child down my spine, and not in the good way.

“Stop squirming.” He said as he held me even tighter.

“It’s useless.” He continued.

“L-let me g-go. I-I can’t breathe.” I stuttered.

“I know you wish it were you who slept with last night.” He whispered into my ear and started leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

“No I don’t! Stop kissing my neck you dickhead!” I shouted at him as loud as I could.

“Well, well, looks like your not the sweet innocent girl I thought you were after all.” He smirked.

“Well let’s just say that you bring out the worst in me.” I smirked back.

He turned me around, still holding onto my waist, a brought his face closer to mine, until they were only about an inch apart.

Our faces being so close together suddenly reminded me of the first time he bothered me like this. I then remembered how he slapped me and how I still needed to talk to him about that. It was now or never.

“Why did you slap me?” I asked staring into his brown eyes.

He shivered and only for less than a second, he looked guilty but that look was quickly replaced by a smirk.

Before I could pull away, the front door opened and someone walked in.

“What’s going on?”