𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

;dad

Emma Chamberlain

Late that night after Ethan and I had been goofing around in my bedroom he finally asked if he could go back home to get his leather jacket.

I reluctantly agree with the condition that I had to go along too.

I wave off my best friends promising them that I'd be coming back and that there was a strong possibility that Ethan would be staying the night.

Then we leave the house behind and begin to walk in the dark allowing Ethan to lead me towards his house which to my surprise is closer than expected.

Blatantly on the front garden is Addison's motorbike which is propped up on its stand although it didn't look like Addison was anywhere to be seen as his black car was missing from the drive way.

Ethan seems anxious and gulps down loudly indicating his fear and anxiety being in such a close proximity to the house he knew his father would be in.

He turns to look at me with a smile, stalling himself from going in. I give him a quick smile back as if to tell him that it's okay and that I'm not going anywhere.

He opens the front door reluctantly slowly and I follow him into the dark hallway.

His house is a mess, dirty and worn down but it was inhabited by alpha males so I wasn't surprised at all.

Ethan leads in front letting me drop off and casually snoop around the place.

"Ethan?" Calls a very deep voice which immediately fills me with fear.

Ethan doesn't reply which scares me even further. Instead of responding he quickens his pace as he sprints up the stairs bounding up three steps at once with his dangly legs which I must admit was a talent.

My heart, for some reason, is beating out my chest like a drum and I wonder that if anyone touched me right now whether I'd be able to keep my vomit in.

To my horror the voice of who was presumably Ethan's dad was coming from downstairs which is where I was frozen in place. And by the sound of his heavy footsteps I knew for a fact that he was advancing towards me.

Ethan runs down the steps almost falling as he pounds his shoes upon the wood. But he's too late and Mr Dolan is already waving a kitchen knife towards me obviously thinking I was an intruder.

"Who are you? Get out my fucking house" he's spitting as he screams and my hands are both above my head surrendered to him.

"Leave her alone okay" Ethan growls slowly getting closer towards my small frame that felt so much more smaller due to the two big males in the room.

"So she's yours?" He asks rudely objectifying me in a manner that annoys both Ethan and I "isn't that the sixth one this week?" He smirks as if he got joy over frightening me and his own poor son.

I try to remember the circumstances that lead him to this situation currently, the loss of his wife and his small daughters and for a minute you pity him.

That was until he lunges to grab hold of me still manically waving around the kitchen knife.

Ethan tries to pull me back but he's no match for the sharp weapon and it slices the inside of his hand. I scream for him to let me go because his grip is starting to hurt but he doesn't he just pulls the knife upwards until it's pressed against my neck.

I'm sobbing now and Ethan is just pleading for his father to let me go, to hurt and damage him but to let me leave without harm.

His dad is shaking even though he's a strong man and his voice is quivering especially when he mentions Mrs Dolan.

"You think I should let her go? You don't love her, Ethan" the man says.

Instead of Ethan confessing that he does love me, he just stands there with red rimmed eyes and clenched fists.

I don't blame him, I deep down knew he wouldn't love me.

I snap myself out of my day dream because now really isn't the time.

"You don't know what love is. I loved your mother" he's crying now but it isn't pathetic it's a manly cry and it makes him even more passionate about ending my life.

If I was Ethan's sixth girl this week maybe it'd be better to end my existence now, it would be less painful than distancing and watching him fall for every other girl but me again.

I'm crying much heavier now and I'm pretty sure it's because I love Ethan.

I do love him.

It had slipped out before and here those words were again, circling round my head like a flock of birds.

Ethan reaches his hand out in front of him and I can see how much he's trembling.

"It's going to be okay" he reassures me and my bottom lip begins to show "LET HER GO" He screams at his dad.

In slow motion Ethan lunges for his father knocking the knife to the floor and freeing my fragile body into his.

I can hear his breath as he grasps my hand and pulls me out the house. His father hot on our heels the only chance of escape is the motorbike propped up conveniently on the edge of the front garden.

Ethan climbs on and I do too with little thought.

My heart racing I put all your trust into Ethan and wrap my arms around his waist as he kicks back the stand and begins to go.

I'm shaking, or maybe that's Ethan.

My face is pressed against the cold of his leather jacket, eyes squinted hoping that if I couldn't see anything that it would be over faster.

I feel like we've been riding forever but it's been seconds and Ethan's Dad is still in hearing distance.

Tears stinging my face as the wind lashes against me in ways I had never felt before.

Suddenly the bike swerves, my heart flies up to my throat and I open my eyes just in time to see the oncoming car from the left. And when I stare at my body it's no longer pressed against Ethan's, in fact he isn't even in sight.

And then everything goes black-

-And then white.