Is This Destiny? 2

Is This Destiny? 2- Part 17

Rushing to the kitchen, I checked one of cupboards. All I saw was a couple of tin cans of tomatoes and pineapples. I checked another, which was right next to it and realised it was only full of spices that he uses for the food he cooks. Glancing to my left, I noticed a drawer. I pulled it out and finally saw some paracetamol tablets. Getting a glass of water and taking the tablets with me, I rushed to Ethan's room. He had the covers over his head and I could still see him shivering a bit under the duvet. Carefully placing the glass of water on his bedside table, I said, 'Ethan, Have some paracetamol. You'll feel better.' He didn't reply though. He just groaned at me. I could tell he really didn't want me to be in his room or even in his mansion, but I can't help it. He's my friend, I guess. I have to help him! 'Come-on, Ethan. The quicker you get better, the quicker I'll get out of this mansion and leave you.' I said. I knew that with that excuse, he'll be sure to take the paracetamol and he did. Groaning like a bear, he sat straight up and grabbed the tablet from my palm before gulping some water. He awkwardly looked up at me and a frown was plastered on his face as he received a faint smile from me. 'T.. th.. thank..' He paused, '... you.' My smile grew bigger but before I could even reply, 'You're welcome.' He had already wrapped himself with his duvet cover and his head all tucked in avoiding anymore of my mouth. Sighing, I sat down on the floor beside the bed. I wanted to talk to him! I didn't like this awkwardness that was happening between us. I know that deep inside those eyes of his, there's someone wanting to be loved. All he needed to do was talk to someone and that someone will finally come out of his shell. I am willing to be that someone who he will help him come out of his shell. 'Ethan?' I asked. He didn't reply though but I could hear him breathing under the duvet. I knew he wasn't asleep yet and he was just faking it. 'We don't really talk much, do we?' I paused, 'We never really introduced ourselves to each other. So, how about I start now? And hopefully, someday I'll know more about you.' I looked over at Ethan but he didn't move nor say a single word. 'Well, as you know my name is Ariana. I have two sisters named Nicolle and Hazel. I have a mum but my dad left us at a very young age. I am adopted and everyone blamed me for why dad left us.' A tear rolled down to my cheek. It wasn't easy to talk about a sensitive subject but I knew this was the only way I could get him to open up to me. 'It was a very tough time for me, you know? You're lucky you've never gone through something like this.' I sniffed, 'Jake was the only person who actually made me feel special. When I needed comfort, he was always th-' Then he interupted me. He pushed his covers out of the way and quickly sat straight up. Anger was seen at his eyes with his clenching teeth, 'Will you shut the fuck up?! I don't want to hear about your stupid, depressing life. Get the fuck out of here!' My heart skipped a beat. I was hurt, very hurt. I didn't even understand how I could stand him. How could I even look at him right now after what he had just said. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I ran out of his room and into mine. I let myself fall onto the bed. 'I'm only trying to help but why are you making me feel like actual poo?' I mumbled..