𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

;stalker

(Still unedited, maybe one day I'll reread my bad writing🤪)

Emma Chamberlain

To my complete disbelief, the party went on. The strobe lights still bounced of the walls, the alcohol was still guzzled and the music still vibrated my chest.

For a while after, I couldn't see any of the boys and everyone else's faces blurred together like in a nightmare.

No one knew of me either so no one spoke to me; a few people barged past and knocked my alcohol spilling it on my dress.

"See I told you, you needed to wear black" says a voice from behind me and I turn to look at Ethan with a coy smile.

Truthfully I was now more than scared of him and just looking at him made me want to cry.

He was a criminal, possibly a murderer.

My hands begin to shake but I can't say anything. I want to say that I want to go home, but then I feared going home to a lonely house because I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep after what I'd just seen.

"Will you help me?" Ethan asks. 

Oh god. To do what? Murder? Steal? Abuse? Attack?

"I didn't listen to your tip and I need to bandage up a few things" he smiles innocently.

How can someone who had just been in a gun fight look so fucking pure and innocent. Ethan doesn't wait for my reply

"Follow me" he grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me towards a back room and I don't fight it.

The room is pretty well lit and in one of the corners there is a huddle of boys smoking juul's, so although the room was clear the smoke clouded my vision.

Ethan sits himself on the ratty sofa and taps the seat next to him.

Usually I would have looked at such a dirty infested seat and refused to go anywhere near it. But my fear takes over, and I shyly seat myself just on the edge of the cushion.

He hands me 3 bandages one for the palm of his hand, another for his stomach and the other to redo his knuckles.

His stomach looks the worst, there was one slit horizontally across his lower abdomen, it looks like a knife slit but I'm confused because I knew full well it was only him and Deon with the knives.

No bullet wounds were on his body which in a way was a massive relief.

Ethan had many other scars on his sides but yet his body still looked smooth and pure and if I hadn't have been so scared of him currently I might've gently caressed my hand over him, to admire his beauty.

"You're shaking" he says touching the top of my hand, I shoot away, looking into his eyes fearfully.

I glance down at your feet, for some reason they were bare and I don't remember taking them off or where my shoes had gone to.

"I think I want to go home" I mumble looking at my hands and slightly looking up. I'm sure Ethan understands now, he must do.

The smoke from the Juul was now covering most the room like a thick blanket.

"Oh" Ethan plainly says "okay"

I didn't know what I had expected, maybe for him to ask why or whether I needed assistance home. But nothing comes from him, and after I stand and exit the door I remember who he really was and that he really didn't care about me.

I lead my own way back through the strobe room and into the dull hallway where a couple I didn't recognise was making out on the shoe rack.

As quickly as possible I yank my shoes from beneath them. I slide past in disgust and push out the door onto the front porch.