Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

FIFTY-EIGHT

Over the next few days, Ethan had become more open about the past ten years with his family. He told them how he hunted, how he survived. But they didn't believe him. They smiled to show they were listening, but they thought that he was making it all up because what person of their stature hunted for food out of the supermarket.

Theresa hadn't spoken to me again, but I saw the looks. She still wanted me gone. I had tried to get along with her, but then I overheard a conversation between herself and her husband, Charles, Ethan's father, a name I had later learnt. I hadn't meant to over heard it, but I wasn't sorry that I had.

"So send her back on the jet," Theresa said like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"And Ethan?" Charles questioned, his voice was tired, like he had been arguing for hours and getting nowhere.

"You bought that island for our anniversary last year."

"You want to ship our son, that has been lost for ten years, to a secluded island in the middle of nowhere?"

"It's for his own safety and sanity," Theresa reasoned.

"Is that so?" Charles didn't believe her, I could hear the doubt in his voice. "If it's for his sanity why take Morgan away from him?"

"She has changed our son for the worst, and you want her to stay with him?"

"Theresa, you are being unreasonable–"

"Unreasonable?!"

I walked away. I couldn't listen to it any more. I truly did not understand what I must have done to Ethan's mother to make her hate me so much, but overhearing that conversation, I knew that she and I would never be friends, not even respectable towards each other.

In my attempt to find Ethan who had been taking a shower while I had gone to stretch my legs in the house, I walked – literally – into Derek.

"Hey, hey," Derek said with his playful voice. "Where's the fire at?"

"Is Ethan still in our room?" I asked, my tone got through to Derek and he frowned.

"I guess so. Why? Has something happened?"

"What? No, everything's fine."

I walked away. Then I walked further. Through the door. Over the grass. Into the trees. Away. Not away from Ethan, but from the blame, the glares, the hate, the things I wasn't sure I deserved. I froze on hearing a shout that carried on the wind until it reached me. I didn't understand the shout, but I knew the sound. Ethan knew I wasn't in the house. I wasn't a strong person, I knew that, I couldn't go back to that house with her there, so instead, I ran.