Mine | Ethan Dolan (AU)

08| i call bullshit

August 31st,

Ethan's pov |

I made my way into the bathroom, seeing the bloodied towel upon the counter.

I exhaled, tossing it into the hamper just behind the door.

one day prior, 24 hours after leaving luca's.

i walked inside, seeing my father yelling from across the room at mom.

"are you kidding me!" he yelled, getting closer to her as the anger quickly rushed through my body.

i watched my father look at mom, her eyes on me as his slowly locked with mine.

his glare showed the fire and heat in them. making me scared. terrified if that.

"why is he here?" he asked, directing the question towards his soon to be ex-wife.

"i live here. you don't" i answered for her, causing him to give me another stern look as he walked up close to me.

"if i wanted you to answer i would have fucking asked you. but, i didn't" he spoke, the smell of alcohol upon his breath practically suffocated me as he grabbed the front of my shirt with his large hand.

"don't talk to him like that sean, he's your son for gods sake." mom whispered, her tone broken & ruptured.

he let go of my shirt harshly, shoving me back as i hit the front door; slamming it shut.

"he is not my son." he spoke with such disgust and pure evilness in his voice.

i stayed quiet, watching the two stand there in pure silence.

"he is. rather you like it or not. and you being the way you are, doing the things your doing. to him, and to this family.. is all your fault." mom gritted through her teeth as she gained some confidence in herself.

he took a step back, as if he was fathomed about how for once he listened to her words and understood them.

but,

he raised his hand up in the air, ready to strike at moms face.

his hand came in contact with her cheek as i rushed over to him and cursed profusely.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?! have you gone absolutely mad!" i yelled, pushing him from behind as he stumbled over.

he let out a loud groan, flashing a look at mom as she held onto her cheek.

he grabbed me by my shirt once again, then making a fist with his hand as he stuck at my face.

i stumbled to the floor, trying to remain my balance since i quickly grew dizzy.

i looked up at him as he went to grab moms arm, like he used to do.

and without hesitation i quickly stood up not even checking my busted face and shoved him again, making him fall onto the floor and throwing myself on top of him.