Assassin In Love | Ethan Dolan

t h i r t y - t w o

warning: violence and gruesome thoughts and actions

Rose's POV
~eight days before~

Ethan drove me to the penthouse after finishing his last bite and left me alone to shower. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror.

I had blood on my upper arms and my pants had blotches of dark brown, dried up blood. Usually, I'd be content with how I look at mirror after some torturing or kills I had done during the day but this time it was different.

Ethan helped me. I got help from someone who used to be my target.

And now he's your boyfriend, my subconscious sounded.

I huffed at me talking to...myself. I peeled my clothes off of body. The thought of me getting help from someone was revolting. I was so used to doing everything in my owm and now I've resulted to help. That word disgusted me.

I scrubbed my body until it was red and raw. I had to get rid of everything. His touches--hot and fiery--they killed too. I've never seen him kill but if they have a torture room in another country, they probably have rough tactics.

But you see the difference here?

I do things alone meanwhile they do it with friends and family ready to support them if anything backfires.

Friends...

I totally abandoned all my friends back at home. What were their names again?

I remember Victoria. There was Ryder and Lucas? I don't know, his name started with an L. Or was it with a W? I know I had two other friends but I forgot what their names were. I'm positive that one was named after a season though. Was it Winter? I have no clue.

I'm an awful friend.

Then, there's...Lia! Shit, I abandoned her too. I made a mental note to hit her up once I meet Sullivan to gather enough evidence to prove Ethan innocent. I mean, he had to be.

I stepped into my long awaited shower and thought about how my approach would appear for Sullivan. I want to hurt him. Maybe I'd pour some rubbing alcohol on his calf that I sliced earlier? That sounds a little lame, to be frank. I'll think of something soon.

After my shower I had decided that it would best to avoid Ethan for the day. What kind of girlfriend doubt her boyfriend of such repulsive things? Only me...

Throughout the day, Ethan has been knocking on my door every hour to check on me. After checking on me for about five times, he gave up and yelled at me for being selfish. He said that the least I could do was let him in and not keep to myself like the coward I am.

I sat in the corner of the room while listening to him yell profanities at me. A couple years ago, I would have cried and cried until my tears have dried but you see, I no longer have any tears to waste. I also understand that Ethan was exasperated, who wouldn't if they were in his shoes?

I hugged my legs close to my chest as I patiently wait for his string of curses to end. After he was done, he irately stomped towards his room and slammed his door shut. He propably wouldn't come out for dinner. I stared at the floor as I wait for my tears to flow from the sockets of my eyes but none did.

For a while, I was confused. Why wasn't I crying? Any normal person would have drowned in their own tears after getting cussed out by their partner.

Surely I hadn't mistaken my love for Ethan as infatuation, or have I? I gripped my hair in frustration as I get an insane headache.

Am I just dreaming or is this reality?

I walked to the kitchen to cook dinner for myself as it has been quite some time since I last ate. I made a simple dish compromising of cooked rice and grilled chicken on the side. It wasn't much but it's definitely something compared to what Ethan is having, which is nothing.