Wicked Games (book one)

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song for chapter:
promise - ben howard official
| you'll wait for me only, scared of the lonely arms |
(highly recommend + put on repeat)

jaylee's pov
later that night

holding as gently as possible onto my wrist, ethan guided me into his bathroom-turning on the light with his opposite hand.

"sit onto the counter." he directed with a worn out voice me as he bent down, opening the cabinet below the counter, grabbing a small towel.

I shook my head, refusing to do what he told me. "no, we need to clean your cuts." I told him, wanting to help him before myself.

"I'm fine jaylee," he spoke in a tone laced with slight laughter as if he were laughing at my words. "this isn't anything new." he shook his head as he stood back up straight; towering over me.

"I don't care if you think you need it or not." i spoke in a strong tone, letting my body language become more dominant.

he looked away from me, exhaling a large breath as he clenched his jaw out of frustration. "you just got choked, kicked, and punched." he was about to go on, but I cut him off.

"so did you." my eyebrow raised at him, letting my voice have a bit of sass threaded into it.

he shook his head at me slightly, looking me directly in the eye. my body grew weak from his eyes being pinned on me, but I didn't show it on the outside.

without saying anything, he handed me the green rag that he had previously grabbed. both of his hand gripped onto the counter. he lifted his body upwards, then sitting down onto it.

his shoulders slouched as he held his hands in his lap, the short sleeves of his black tee shirt tightening around the muscles in his arms.

I looked down to the rag, walking towards the sink to get it wet. my hand turned on the water, putting the rag underneath it. after it was filled with cold water, my hand turned off the sink.

i walked back in front of him, standing in between both of his legs as my eyes focused onto the damage that was done to his face.

he held a plain look on his face, but his eyes stayed pinned onto mine.

underneath his eye was a dark purple bruise with a splash of a few red dots. his cheek bone was grey with a mixture of green from being punched. his lip was clearly cut open, being busted as blood was dried around it.

I lifted the rag, softly letting it rest onto his lip. his right eye flinched, being the only muscle on his face to move, but he almost immediately went back to normal.

my eyes watched carefully as I focused on gently dabbing the blood off of his lip, trying my best to not hurt him.

I could feel his eyes focused on me, moving around my face as he looked at the punctures on my skin.

he lifted his hand, letting his fingers gently brush against my cheek bone from where sammy had hit me.

I could see his eyes move downwards, then his hand moved downwards as well, now lightly touching over the bruise on my neck.