Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

My Sister Y/N Pt. 2 // Ethan Dolan

part 2 bby.

===== (Ethan's P.O.V)

I realized I'd slipped up after I got home. I had multiple messages from Y/N and multiple hickeys on my neck. Y/N was standing in the doorway. She walked up to me, staring. I had already turned my phone on record. She grabbed my arm, dragging me to her room. I followed her. She shut the door and locked it,

"I wanna kill something." She sat cross legged on the bed. She had her poker face on, something she often never let down,

"I wanna kill something really bad." She stared me right in the face. I could feel my phone's weight in my pocket. I sat down,

"What do you want to kill Y/N?" I knew I shouldn't have asked. She smiled,

"I wish your girlfriend was dead." I was bewildered,

"Girlfriend?" It was a shock. She nodded,

"I know you have one. She's taking you away from me and I don't want it to happen anymore. We don't talk anymore because you're always out. I wish your girlfriend was dead. I'm going to push her into traffic." She smiled. It was sinister. It wasn't normal. I opened one of her many books,

"Why would you do that?" I felt her stare. She huffed,

"Because. It makes sense."

[Time Stamp; 8:30 a.m] (Ethan's P.O.V)

I had to take Y/N with me for the day,

"She idles you. Let her. Spend more time with her." My mother patted my cheek. I sighed. Y/N walked out of her room with a backpack of supplies,

"Ethan, you ready to go?" She bounced up and down. I rolled my eyes,

"You're 15. Stop that." She stopped. I waved,

"Bye mom." We left. Y/N was overly excited,

"What are we doing today?" She buckled her seatbelt. I backed out of the driveway,

"Did you pack exercising shit like I told you?" She nodded. I did the same,

"Good, we're going to the gym."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

Ethan was hitting the bag hard. It was full of sand, I believe. He stepped back, panting,

"Your turn." He nodded at the bag,

"Hit it." He was bobbing back and forth. I gave a weak punch. The bag hit back and cracked my knuckles. I suppressed my emotions,

"I can't." Ethan wasn't having it. He told me channel everything and hit the bag. I swung and it knocked the bag a few inches into the air. I looked back at him,

"Good?" He nodded. A girl walked by him,

"Hey Eth." She glanced down at me. I smiled. She kind of squinted at me. Ethan wrapped an arm around her,

"Y/N, this is my girlfriend." He gestured in my direction,

"Sid, meet my sister." He was blushing. I stared her down. She didn't look useful to me,

"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand. She stared at it. I was getting angry. Ethan could see it,

"Hit the bag."

~Ethan's P.O.V~

We were all in the car and going to Sid's house. Y/N was glaring in the back seat, whispering to herself. Planning, might I say. Sid was all over me,

"Ethan, babe. I need you." She was whispering in my ear. I kind of shouldered her off,

"Not right now. You need to stop." I kept having to look in the rearview. Y/N was smiling out the window. Sid huffed,

"Any other time, you would pull over right now." She smirked. I parked in her driveway. Y/N was out first and she waited. I stayed beside Sid. Y/N was on her other side. Out of nowhere, Sid screamed. I jumped,

"What happened?!" I panicked. Sid held up her hand. It was bleeding,

"THE BRAT FUCKING BIT MY HAND!" The space in between her thumb and her pointer finger had a scarlet drop of blood on it. Y/N smiled, innocent,

"I did not." She raised an eyebrow. Sid sneered,

"Lying bitch." She snarled. Y/N kept smiling. It was evil. She walked up to the house,

"I know how to do First Aid. You'll be alright Sid." We all entered the house. Y/N was peacefully cleaning Sid's hand. Y/N shrugged,

"Logically, I wouldn't have had time to get to your hand. You might've scraped it on your gate." She was smart. She knew how to control her nonexistent emotions. Sid nodded, hugging Y/N,

"You're probably-" Her face contorted in fear. Y/N was still smiling,

"Believe it."