I just have to get out.

Part 19

“Yvonne? Yvonne, what are you doing in such a small space?” There was voice from above, me thinking that it was Them calling me to my death and life in Heaven. There was too much light in my eyes, even with my head pressed into the bulk of my forearm. Maybe this is what they mean when they say “The Light At The End Of The Tunnel” Weird huh?

 The tugging at my arm didn’t register in my mind until some light had faded. Maybe they thought I wasn’t good enough for Heaven and had sent me to Hell with Lucifer. Well, it’s better than nothing right? Better than being stuck in Limbo or some crappy place. Then something pinched me and my head shot up. I had to shield my eyes from the unexpected light frequency in the room. A shape formed out of these bright lights and I recognised it to be Ethan. “Hey…. I guess I don’t know what you’re feeling right now but it’s sad I know. Me losing my best mate and you losing your boyfriend,” This was all said in a sympathetic yet patronizing tone and from the sounds of it, it made him seem like he was begging for something.

“What do you want Ethan?” I muttered, sniffing slightly and avoiding his glance. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I mean, being stuck with your best friends’ boyfriend in such a tiny space doesn’t go down well in the book of best friends. Especially since she doesn’t know Ethan tried to practically rape me a few weeks back.

“Just wanting to clear the air between us, you know, clean the slate,” He offered a hand, and I gratefully took it because I was generally tired from sitting in such a small place. I pulled myself up, with the aid of Ethan there and we casually strolled through the house and out of the front door. No one stopped us, because no one was around. Yet, that didn’t bother either one of us. Luca might’ve been up in his room, headphones in with his music blasting out every possible note that could be in song. He won’t hear us leave,

Sappy would be in the spare guest bedroom, most likely re-applying her very light make-up or eyeing herself in the mirror in the bathroom while also having her music drilling into her through her ears. I may make her seem very vain, but she did care at times. About me that is, I hoped. Either way, no one else would bother if I walked out the house with Ethan right now.

“Where are we going then?” I somewhat demanded a destination because I wasn’t going to make the same mistake as before and just walk where ever with this guy. Ethan looked back at me and shrugged as he took lead on where he was walking. I was the follower. The sheep to the shepherd.

“Well, I’m going back then,” I turned, ready to walk all of a few steps, before Ethan called out, “Ok. Fine, we’re going to go to Town. You know, shop.” This just stunned me. Ethan? Shop? Should those two words have been put in the same sentence as each other? Oxymoron much. But I still went with him. Who could be called a girl if she didn’t like to shop?!

We reached the Town with no problems, and fairly quickly too. It didn’t seem to be busy out and we didn’t dawdle. Ethan and me, we went in Waterstones and he seemed to feel the need to ‘treat’ me to some books and so I was taken back. What was his plan? To get into my pants or was it to get into my head? Either way, I took up the opportunity to spend some money. Clearly not mine; I had no money.

I automatically went over to the Dark Romance section and picked up a few books that I wanted, making sure to keep Ethan in my line of sight. I also wandered, oh-so-casually to where they kept the books for the games and picked up Assassin’s Creed: Revelations. If he’s buying, I’m not hesitating, I thought smugly, stepping right up to Ethan with my hands out with the books.

“Buy me these please?” I asked him, offering him the chance to turn it down but he shrugged and took them out of my hands. Not bad going is it?