DEMENTED | Ethan Dolan

DEMENTED

His eyes were black.

They were no longer the lovely green-brown mix of warmth that filled her heart with protection and love. They were stone cold, dark with violence and anger, a demonic shade of black to which she could see her own reflection in them - even the terrified look on her face.

She hated when his eyes turned black.

"Ethan," Y/N whispered in a shaky voice, attempting to back away from him but it was too late; he had already trapped her against the wall. "Stop."

"Stop what?" Ethan snickered, lips turning into a smirk but she could tell he was angry. "Answer the question, angel. Where do you think you're going?"

She could feel her stomach churn and twist with fright, the man that loved had completely vanished from her right now. Gulping, she ignores his question and pleas, "Ethan, please, you're scaring me."

He scoffed, bringing his large hand around her throat and wrapping his fingers around it. He didn't squeeze or anything - just kept it still - but she still gasped as if he was choking her. He might as well have. "So I see you're trying to leave me, huh?"

Y/N's heart sunk in her chest as she bitterly replied, "You're the one who's planning on killing me."

Ethan's smirk dropped instantly and somehow his abyss of eyes grew darker, as if he was actually insulted by her statement of facts. He leans his face towards hers, and growls lowly, "You shouldn't have been eavesdropping, sweetheart, but yes. I have to kill you so we could be together, forever."

She shook her head profusely and whimpered out, "Y-You were going to kill me i-in that bathtub were you c-comforted me in, held me in, l-loved me in. If you're more than willing to hurt me, then you don't love me at all."

"I do fucking love you, goddammit!" Ethan shouts, slamming his other fist into the wall. The incredibly sharp thud that pummeled a large hole through it made Y/N scream and shake, and suddenly tears were slipping down her face. Ethan sighed, sucking in a deep breath as he caressed her cheeks and began to wipe her rolling tears away. "Aw, baby, don't cry. I'm never going to hurt you, you know that."

Even through her tears she could see that his eyes were still a pitch black. Soulless. So that meant his words were bullshit. He continued massaging at her face, whispering sweet nothings into her ear while pretending that he currently wasn't having a violent, demonic breakdown. Y/N's mind was too caught up in swirling, hectic thoughts of his promise to Lucifer that he'd murder her, which counteracted his promises to her that he'd never hurt her. That he loves her with all of his heart - but demons don't have hearts. They have horns, and a need to kill. To bathe in the blood of their enemies.

She needed to get away from him.

"Y/N?"

Just then, a voice called out from downstairs. She stilled, and so did Ethan, who had stopped being sweet and loving towards her. His scowl grew right back and he glared at her with those very eyes, and he belted, "Rose? You fucking called Rose for help?"

"Ethan-"

"To help you escape me?" His voice grew louder, causing the items on her desk and shelves to shake and fumble to the floor as if an earthquake was occuring. His hands came up to her waist and he gripped her tightly, sinking his nails lightly into her skin as he hoisted her a little ways off the ground. "You think you can escape me?"

"You think you can escape me?" Daniel sneered, shoving her harshly against the wall before getting into her face. "You think you can fucking escape me?"