The Wife (Sequel to SUGAR)

Like father like son

Ethan's pov

He walks me down a long hallway to a white door. I could feel the vibrations of our footsteps as we walk. He pulls out a set of keys from his pocket and unlocks.

"7 keys."i think to myself, looking at his key ring.

He pushes open the door and steps aside, waiting for me to walk in. I look at him as i walk past into the room. He turns on the light as he closes the door. In the room there was an armchair with restraints, a hospital gurney, a table, a regular chair and an office chair. Along with 6 or 7 suspicious looking black handle cases.

"Sit down there."he signs, nodding to the gurney. 

I slowly walk over to it, scared of what might have happened on this gurney. I lift myself and sit on the gurney as he takes off his jacket. He turns to me and smiles, leaning against the table.

He makes a motion as if he's chuckling.

"I think you and i will get along well, Ethan."he signs.

"Never."i say, feeling the vibration of my voice in my head.

He nods, walking over to one of his black cases and picking it up. He opens it slowly in front of himself on the table. I couldn't exactly see what was in the case. He pulls out a pair of black latex gloves and puts them on. I begin to get nervous, gripping tightly to the gurney.

He does something out of sight and then turns to me, holding a syringe.

"I need you to relax."he signs as i back away.

"What is that? What is it?"i ask, nervously as he steps closer to me. 

"It's a sedative."he signs, backing me against the wall.

"Stop! Stop!"i shout as he grabs me.

"In order for us to feel more connected, i figure why not have you look like me. Real father son bonding."i read his lips as he speaks, smiling sinisterly as he sticks the needle into my shoulder.

I scream a little, starting to feel weak, feeling him shush against the back of my neck. I whimper as I try to sit up, my limbs failing me as he walks back to his table, picking up another case. I fall onto my back, grunting as i feel myself slowly losing consciousness. My eardrums vibrate, feeling a buzzing noise from across the room. 

I try to keep my eyes open for a minute, trying to see where the buzzing was coming from. Finally, he turns to where i can see.

A tattoo gun.

Leah's pov

I pace back and forth in front of the door. I was worried about Ethan. So worried. I don't know what i'd do if something were to happen to him. I breathe deeply as i try to calm myself. 

"He's okay. He's okay. Jord said he wouldn't hurt him. He said he wouldn't kill him."i whisper to myself, running my hands over my pregnant belly.

Suddenly my door opens, and Jord steps in, smiling.

"It's been hours! Where is he?!"i ask, trying to walk out of the room.

He stops me.

"Mrs. James, aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"he asks, with his hands on his hips.

"Where is Ethan."i demand.

"He's fine. Sleeping."he says.

"I need to see him."i say.

"Actually, i think you'd better wait till tomorrow, get settled. Let the ink set, if you know what i mean."he smiles.

"What is it you need from him? He's innocent, he didn't even do anything wrong, h-he and Sugar aren't even related, i'm here, i have his child, what more do you need!?"i ask.

"Oh darling. You don't know."he chuckles.

"Don't know what?"i ask.

"Have you never looked at the 2 of them? Stood them side by side and just looked?"he asks, stepping into my room and closing the door.

"What are you saying?"i ask.

"Oh god, Ethan is Stephen's son, Leah. Why do you think Joe was such a lap dog to Sugar?"He smiles.

I feel something in my heart drop.

"He owed Sugar everything."i whisper, stumbling back against the bed.

"Now, you rest up darling. There's much to be done tomorrow."he says, pulling the covers back on the bed. 

I slowly walk over to the bed, thinking the last thing i needed was a bloody nap. I crawl into the bed and he tucks the covers around me.

"I hope your comfortable. In the morning i'll send Ethan to gather you."he says walking towards the door. 

He turns out the light as he leaves the room, closing and locking the door. Such a monster under all of that nice. It makes me think of Sugar. What monster was he hiding under his nice? Was he even a monster. I look up at the ceiling in thought.

"Calm, calm, calm"i whisper, running my hands over my pregnant belly.

"Your middle name is Joe"