Twisted Web of Truths

Chapter Two

The police officer was about to sue them, along with the Quills but something held them back. Something that Ethan himself isn't sure of what. He threw a curious glance outside, to where his father is still talking in his all-too-well calm mannered. Whereas, Mr. Quill has little patience left, screaming over at someone on the other side of his phone.

"I think the three of you should go home too." His mother says towards Emilie and his two best friends. The decision in her voice is final.

Emilie smiles softly and leans close that her lips touched his cheek. "See you tomorrow?"

Ethan nods and she kisses him on the cheek in return. He savored the feel of her lips on his skin before watching her figure walk through the door along with Juan and Kyle, each raised a hand in goodbye. He heard their car swerves past the police car and Mr. Quill's car.

Ethan knows why Trevor's father still hasn't left the driveway—as opposed to being next to his son who's laying on a hospital bed. The bond between the father and son isn't as strong as it looks. All Mr. Quill cared is revenge, payback for what the person did to make him more intimidating.

"Hey. Ethan. Deep breaths." His mother reminds him. She bustles about the house, flicking and cleaning the mess that was left as best as she could in the short amount of time. A moment later, his father asks for Cole.

The police are still outside, scribbling. Ethan figured the three of them just wanted to know what happened. His heart beats faster at the thought of being locked in jail if Trevor didn't make it. God, as painful as it is to think of, don't let him die.

"Let's see if you have wounds, my son." His mother's gentle voice soothes his troubled mind. His eyes strayed over to the woman he has called mom for the past years, calloused hands take his in never-ending softness. She examines his hand thoroughly, not missing his entire body and face.

"I'm okay, mom." Ethan pushes those hands away gently. "Really."

His mother was about to say something when his father entered the room with Cole. She directs her words to them instead.

"Everything okay?"

His father has both hands on his face, groaning. "No. Quill was about to call his lawyer when Cole tells the truth. If he doesn't drop this, we might have to go on a trial."

Ethan released a shaky breath. This is going too far, too much. The suffocating silence pushes onto him, colors behind his closed lids.

"But we won't know for sure until tomorrow morning. If he's about to sue us..." his father resignedly sighs.

"Dad, he already did." Cole seems to remind him.

The man of the house suddenly stands straighter, as if a bright bulb is flashing beside his head. "I need to call someone."

With that, he left. Ethan takes a peek outside before Cole closes the door. The police car is still there but instead of talking with his father, the policeman is listening to Mr. Quill's rant. Ethan could see the pale face of the policeman, knowing how much influence the Quills have.

It's hopeless.

Just then, the home phone rings, his mother gets up to answer. Her face morphs into fear, pale against the lamp. "That's not—are you sure? I'm sorry... yes, Mara Addams... of course."

Mara turns around, her eyes set on her youngest son. The truth sets in before she could say the words. The panic and fear in her eyes reveal so much. Ethan could see it as if overnight his eyesight turns much better.