Let Yourself Fall // sequel to My Ethan Karpathy

Chapter 87.

THIS IS THE 100TH STORY PART FOR THIS BOOK! CELEBRATION TIMES COME ON!

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ETHANS POV:

I punch him.

The girls just stop in the click of a finger. There is no human sounds whatsoever. I can hear the air conditioning and the sound of iPhone shutters and videos being taken. I look down at my fist, then up at Brai. My fist is bruising, but it's nothing compared to Brai right now. He's clutching his cheek, his microphone tucked under his arm. I see blood dripping from somewhere, right down his arm. The sight makes me sick, it makes me want to punch myself in the face. I didn't know I could punch that hard, and I can tell he's fighting the urge not to punch me back. I think he values his potential career more than I do. I just want a normal life. A normal life, with Paisley. I hear a crashing sound as Brai's microphone drops to the stage, making a whole bunch of the crowd flinch. I stand up straight and look out at the crowd, relaxing my hand out. Everyone's either staring at Brai, or me with this shocked look on their faces. I do what my body tells me. I turn to my left and run, right offstage. I'm almost at the back exit when a security guard grabs me from behind, tackling me against the wall so I can't get away. John comes storming past, Brai in tow. He grabs my shirt and drags me outside and into the bus.

"Sit in there, and talk. You have an hour to sort it out, or it's over." he says angrily, shoving us inside and slamming the door.

***

Brai is blankly ignoring me. I've actually tried to talk to him, but he won't answer. She's sitting on his phone, not moving, not saying a word. He's so pissed, and his jaw has a big black bruise on it already. He's cleaned up the blood which I realised was coming from his mouth.

"What have you got to say for yourselves?" A male voice asks. We both look up at the same time and see John sitting down on a chair in front of us. He looks at both of us with this disappointed face. I immediately look away, knowing my guilt will win.

"Do you boys realise what you've done? Out of all the shows, you had to choose this one? The one with all the camera and news crew? I don't think you realise. Someone put that on youtube. It's been one hour, and it's already got 200,000 views. One hour! Do you realise?!" He yells, making me feel even worse.

"Do you even care?" He asks when none of us answer.

"It wasn't my fault!" Brai suddenly yells.

"You obviously did something."

"I didn't do shit! He's the one with the fucking issues, and can't deal with what he's lucky to have. Shit happens." Brai defends himself loudly.

"No, Braiden. Please calm down." John says seriously. He didn't use his nickname, he's dead serious.

"No! He's a fucking dick head who can't just be grateful that he got what he wanted! He can't handle the fact that maybe he has to give something up!"

"This is about something else, isn't it?" John asks.

"Damn fucking right! He is a selfish little prick who deserves everything that's coming to him."

There's something he knows that he's not telling me. Through all their arguing, all I do is sit here and stare at the floor, my arms folded across my chest. He's talking about me as though I'm not even here, and it makes me hate him even more than I already do, if that's even possible. They keep battling it out, Brai trying to prove he's innocent.

"He's a fucking prick! He can't handle anything!" Brai goes on, making me snap.

"I'm sorry, okay!" I yell, catching him by surprise.

"Look, he can't handle that either" Brai teases, smirking at me, waiting for my reaction.

"Well can you handle this!?" I shout, launching myself at him across the couch.

I don't even know what I'm doing, I just want to hurt him. I want to hurt him as much as he's hurt me the past few minutes. John pulls me off, but Brai and I keep fighting against him, trying to reach each other.

"That's it! After the next concert, you two are finished!" John yells angrily, shoving us both back onto the couch, giving us a look that's almost daring us to keep fighting.

PAISLEYS POV:

I'm staying in a hotel room a few kilometres away from home. I don't know where I'm going, I just know I need to stop somewhere first. I have a suitcase with all my essentials. I'm staying here until tomorrow night. Then I will go to the airport and see what I can get on cheap. I pull out my phone and plug in the charger, open up youtube and scroll though the popular page. My finger stops scrolling when I see one called 'Ethan Karpathy freaks at concert'. I hesitantly tap the video and it starts to play.

Brai is introducing him, then he mentions the phone call with me. Why did he do that? I already know he's asked for what's about to happen. I get this sinking feeling inside me as what I thought would happen, happens. I drop my phone onto the bed and clap a hand to my mouth, biting down on my skin to stop myself from crying. Ethan's going to feel so bad, and I'm not there. I can't be there. I want to call him, but I don't as well. I miss Ethan. I should've just gotten over it and taken the two weeks with him. I know he left me a message earlier, but I haven't checked it yet. I feel like I should, but I don't want to. It hurts. It hurts from head to toe. From the second I climbed out the window, I knew I would regret it. I take deep breaths and try to shut everything out, pull the covers up over me and place my phone on the floor I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

ETHANS POV:

One more show. One more. By tomorrow night, I will be on a plane home. Brai will be on a plane back to Adelaide. I'll never have to see him again, and neither will Paisley. I want to find her, I want to make sure she's really okay. I guess maybe this is good. Apparently she hasn't broken up with me, she's just taking some time. I don't know how this will work, but I hope it does. I think I'm just worried, but I have this feeling. This feeling inside me that's telling me this is going to be the last bump in our road for a while, even if it is the biggest.

But, for now. I know everything will work out.

A/N: I'm so so so sorry for the delay. I've really only been home for a day and I'm really tired. I feel really sick and looking at screens makes me feel worse sometimes. Wattpad keeps deleting my chapters and it's pissing me off. I'm really sorry, and I'll try to get another one up later tonight or early tomorrow

Peace, love and Ethan Karpathy.