SIEGE

Chapter 6. 24 hours with the ex.

Songs for this chapter are
You broke me first by Tate McRae(the video above is the cover by Conor Maynard)
Still have me by Demi Lovato

Malory's POV
What's going on?
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How long have I been out?
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Where am I?
The head aches that keep occurring now and then are making me all drowsy.

Did Ethan take me to his place?

Waking up in an unfamiliar bed isn't always the best thing in the morning, but waking up in Ethan's bed feels different.

Of course this bed is familiar. I've spent countless nights in this room, in this apartment. It just does not have the usual warmth i felt at his place when we were still together.

Since Ethan and I broke up, i haven't really felt like coming over to his place. We've met a few times and gone on several dates for movies, lunch and dinner.

Ethan always knew how to make the perfect date, and how to make you love it. I sure miss that aspect of him.

The blinds are already open, so the sunlight beams, shining straight to my position. The world is spinning and I want to throw up but yeah, I'm okay. If only my head would stop pounding.

Removing the duvet from my body isn't as easy as always because I can feel an ache on my arm. I just hope it isn't fractured.

As I take off the white sheet on my body, that's when i realise my dress. My dress must have soiled Ethan's immaculate white sheets. He always gets annoyed when something like this happens.

My clothes have been changed, and i'm wearing Ethan's red and white strapped pajamas.

I remember I once spent the night here, and begged to wear these pajamas, but he wouldn't let me. I guess he is really changing as much as he promised. This breakup has been helpful to him.

I scan around the room, and discover no trace of Ethan's amazing body.

Would have been an amazing sight.

Instead, I find empty boxes of pizza, trousers and shirts lying around the room, a few cans here and there.

I can't help the shocked expression on my face really. This is very much unlike Ethan. He never leaves a mess. Even when we had our heated make out sessions, he'd fold his clothes after taking them off before we have sex.

I always found that strange. Maybe that's why I dumped him? Maybe because he was too uptight.

"Ahhhh shit," the cry comes from the far end of the hallway. That should be Ethan. Leaving the bed isn't the easiest thing because this migraine seems to be getting worse. I need some medicine anyways, so finding Ethan would be good right about now.

My eyes meet the amazing body I was hoping would be the first thing I see when I wake up. Ethan.

He's in the kitchen, beside him, the gas cooker is on, with something on the fire. The scent of vegetables and spices in oil greet my nostrils.

"Hey, good morning. Do you have any medicine? I have a terrible headache," I try to explain.

Ethan turns around to face me, that's when I notice the cut on his index finger. The speed at which I took to get to his side is faster than I've ever gone before. Turning on the tap with one hand, I take his hand with my free hand and run under the water.

He hasn't said a word to me since, he just keeps staring at me as I help him clean the wound.

Another thing I hate, the feeling of being watched.