It's Always Been You

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Ethan's POV

I tell myself not to turn around as I walk out of that room, as I walk out of his life for the last time. I slide down the wall outside his room, pulling my knees to my chest as every single thing that I've ever felt for that boy shatters to a million pieces. I could tell that I hurt him permanently this time and as much as I wanted to fight for our relationship, at least what we had left of it, I knew I had to let him go. I was only holding him back from living a happy life. 

I could hear the sobs coming from his room and it made my heat break even more. Tears streamed down my face as I buried my head into my knees. I didn't care what I looked like to the people walking by, I didn't care about anything anymore. I had hurt the only person that wanted me in their life.

Several minutes passed by and I didn't know if it was Alex's sobs or mine I could hear now. My phone vibrated in my pocket forcing me to lift my head up from my knees. I'm sure I looked like crap as I pulled out my phone. I looked down at my moms number, reading the text she had sent me.

"I'm sorry for blowing up on you, you need to come home so we can talk about what happened" -Mom

I read the text one more time, trying to think of what to say. I didn't feel like talking to her about what happened. I didn't feel like doing anything.

My fingers felt like I was carrying bricks on them as I texted her back.

"Okay I'll be there soon"- Me

It was all I could come up with. I can't avoid talking about it for long so I might as well get it over with. I'm not sure I am in any shape to drive home.

The drive home was terrible, I couldn't get the way he looked at me while he uttered those words out of my head. I pulled into the driveway, groaning at the sight of my dads car. Great, now I have to deal with them both at the same time.

They're both waiting for me when I step into the hallway. I look at them oddly, taking in their worried expressions.

"Hey," my voice comes out in a squeak as I close the door behind me and hang my keys up beside the others, "what's wrong?"

Neither of them say anything, they just watch me as I hang my coat up and slide my shoes off. I bend down to situate them among the other shoes. My mom does not like a dirty house. She cleans the house at least once a week.

"So," I say once I'm standing back up.

"Ethan, I think you should take a seat." My moms tells me as her and my dad move to the sofa.

I follow them into the living room, taking a seat in one of the recliners. Something about them seems off as I watch my dad take my moms hands in his. He gives her a small nod as if to tell her it was going to be okay.

"What's going on here?" I ask, tired of the silence.

My mother looks over at me and I can sense some discomfort in her eyes. "Your dad got a call from work."

I sit up, my hands going up to my head. Oh no, I know what this is about. My dad works for the government and every time that I'm getting comfortable in a new town they inform him that we have to leave. They says it's for his safety, to keep what he does a secret, but I've begun to wonder if they are just playing with our lives. Telling us to leave every town we've been to in under a couple of months just so they can make our lives miserable.

"How long?" I ask them, knowing it can't be that long.

"A month," my mom responds.

I look up at her in disbelief. That's shorter than what they always give us. "Four weeks, are you serious?" She doesn't answer me. I straighten up, "that's shorter than what they've always given us. How am I supposed to tell all my friends that I'm leaving before prom?"

"I'm sorry son but it's for our safety," my dad speaks up.

"No, it's for your safety, you're just dragging us with you," I spit out at him.

He seems taken aback by my words and I realize the trouble I've caused him.

"I'm sorry," I apologize.

"It's fine." He says quietly.

"We'll try to work something out, maybe we can get you back for prom," my mother tries to keep a positive mood.

I nod at her, knowing that that won't be possible.

"You should tell Alex first," my mom tells me.

I shake my head, "he doesn't want to hear from me anymore."

"What do you mean?" My dad interrupts.

"He ended things today, so it'll make it easier for me to leave." I say before getting up. I'm done with this conversation.

"Honey, you should still tell him. He deserves to know."

I whip my head towards her sharply. "Why? He doesn't care about me anymore, mom. I messed up and I ended up losing the one person that means the world to me. I'm not telling him so he can give me pity. What's done is done," I say a little too harshly.

She doesn't bother arguing with me instead she just looks at me like I'm some pathetic little kid. I shake my head, leaving the room before I break down in tears again.

I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Slamming the door shut, I fall against it and slide to the floor. The tears immediately start following as I hit the floor. Oh Alex, I'm so sorry for what I've done.

(Two chapters in one day, hopefully I can get another one in before I go to bed. After this I'll probably stick to uploading one chapter everyday. Don't forget to vote and comment!! I love hearing from you all :) )