Whisper | E.D

EIGHTEEN

Ethan POV

I ran up the last flight of stairs trying to catch my breath and see a slightly peaked open grey door. I step in rubbing my feet on the welcome mat and take my shoes off, setting them to the side. I guess I should have worn ankle socks rather than a pair of no shows. I look around the apartment and saw picture frames hung to the wall. A fuzzy dark grey carpet with a large comfy looking grey couch.

"Umm do you want some water or something to drink?" She calls out from what I assumed to be her room.

"no" I say taking a seat at the kitchen island. I pull out my phone and scroll through Instagram. Hearing some shuffling going on from her room. I peer up to see her door cracked open. She's facing away from me pulling her shirt off. I catch myself staring at her beautiful curves. The way her waist curves into a crescent shape. The light peaking through the window hitting her just perfectly. Her lean arms... That carries a large scar on her left shoulder. She opens her dresser drawer taking out a simple black bra. Hooking it over her arms one at a time clasping the ends together. She then starts to unbutton her pants.

I shake my head averting my stare. I wasn't a complete pervert.

"Actually yeah umm, Can I have some water" I say quickly distracting myself from my thoughts.

Nailea's POV
"Actually yeah umm. Can I have some water?" I hear Ethan say from the kitchen.

"First cupboard on the left!" I say trying to keep my balance while stripping from my jeans.

I change into an oversized thrasher hoodie and leggings, slipping on my white ankle socks. I open my room door walking to the kitchen.

"See, that wasn't s-" I crash into Ethan causing both of us to be startled. He drops the glass hitting the floor with a loud smack as it breaks into a couple of pieces.

I stumble back a bit moving away from the broken glass. "Crap watch wh-" he begins to say.

"Shit" I fall flat on my butt as I feel a sharp pain surface on my left foot. I pull my foot closer to me seeing a red ring form on my socks, Continuously growing larger and bloodier.

"Fuck I'm sorry " Ethan says coming to kneel down next to me. He brushes his hand over mine as he inspects my foot. His hair is dropped over his face. The veins in his hands and neck more prominently than ever.

I cringe as he runs his finger delicately over my sock. Honestly delicately my ass, it still hurts.

"I am going to take your sock off, okay"

I nod turning my head away from the pain. He slowly peels back my sock. Feeling the cold air now hitting my wound. I swing my head forward feeling a strong wave of pain take over my whole body.

"This is gonna hurt"

"Wait what?!" I say in a complete panic of what going on.

"1...2...3"

I turn away bitting down hard on the hood of my sweater. Keeping in my scream of foul words.

I turn back to Ethan feeling the pain start to disappear as a tight grasp is held around my other foot. Ethan was holding on to my ankle averting my pain to something else. I appreciated that a lot, it was giving me a sense of comfort.

"Alright it's out" he said whipping away sweat from his forehead holding a large piece of bloody glass in his hand. He tips down to sit on his butt being more relaxed. Making contact with the ground we hear a crunch

We both turn our heads to each other locking eye contact with wide eyes. A smile begins to grow on our faces realizing that he had sat on top of some smaller pieces of glass. I begin to open my mouth to see if he was okay.