Love Drunk 3.0 (Completed)

Chapter 23

Greece 7 a.m.
Y/n POV -

The faint smell of Greek food awakens me. My head hurts. I slowly try to open my eyes but the light of the rising sun makes it painfull. My eyes feel dry and stingy, as if I've only slept 2 hours. I try to swallow the taste of blood, but swallowing hurts as well. What is going on? Where am I? Am I having the flu? Why does my body ache like this? I peek through my eyelashes and recognize the hotelroom I'm in. It's the hotelroom with the most beautiful view of the beach. It's my hotelroom in Greece. The box with food that Shawn brought me yesterday is still on the table, untouched. I'm tucked under white, crisp sheets and on a chair next to the bed is Shawn. His exotic scent hits me in waves, everytime he repositions himself on the chair. He's still wearing the same shirt I saw him wear yesterday and he is quietly scrolling through his phone. His thumb and index finger tapping against eachother. I noticed he does that when he feels stressed out. He is resting his feet on the bed, right next to my feet and his hand occasionally brushes through his hair. I close my eyes again and hear the sea in the back ground. The waves crashing on the shore. It should sound relaxing but it puts me on edge for some reason. I try to focus on how soft the sheets feel under my fingertips. I try to focus on the sounds in the room, I try to utilize all my senses to their full capacity. Maybe that will draw me away from the tight feeling, slowly enclosing my throat.

I open my eyes again. Still peeking through my lashes and focus on the things behind Shawn. In the back corner of the hotel room, near the door, which happens to be wide open, I see a familiar profile. My heart skips a beat. Ethan? It feels like I'm dreaming. I can't move my body. Is this a dream? I can't move my lips, can't call out his name. But I see him, I feel him. My heart returns to beating steady, slow and calm. My body hurts, but falls into a state of complete relaxation. He is talking. He is talking to the girl I recognize from the pictures on Instagram and my heart sinks. Ethan is here in this room. But he seems so far away at the same time. He seems disconnected from me and it breaks my heart. It's my own fault. I wanted this, I broke us with my hurtful and harsh words. Words that weren't true. Words that would never ever come close to the truth. The truth is that I love Ethan. I always have. I need him and I know he needs me. He always has been the one for me. And he has never been a rebound. I'm upsetting myself, thinking about what I've said and I feel tears sting in my eyes. I see the Instagram girl reach out her hand and she cups Ethan's cheek. It's like I'm being stabbed in the heart and a familiar feeling of intense fear creeps up on me. My throat starts closing up again. This time it's not a fear of dying from physical violence, but a fear of dying from heartbreak. She let's her hand travel from Ethan's cheek to his chest and they still seem to be in the middle of a conversation, since their lips are moving. Her touching him this intimate awakens the adrenaline in my body and I clench my fist.
The pain shooting from my palm all the way up to my arm feels like Mike crushing my hand all over again. Flashbacks to last night cross my mind. It makes me flinch and I moan out loud to suppress the pain. It startles Shawn, who immediately calls out my name. His voice is soft but full of concern. He instantly pulls his feet of the bed and leans in towards my face. Shawn calling my name must have triggered Ethan, cause I hear his deep voice call my name as well. It sounds low and breathy when he says it and I'm in trance. My muscles relax again and I sink into the bed. I hear his footsteps quickly making way towards me and when I squint through my lashes his mangled face hovers above mine. His brow seems to be stitched up and his eye is black and blue.

Just when I thought my heart couldn't break anymore, it does. It pains me to see him like this. He must have fought Mike. I stare at his face for what seems like an hour. His eyes look dark, but kind. Warm and comforting.. and I realize I've missed feeling so complete. That's when he gently reaches out for my hand. The hand that Mike has grabbed so forcefully. Ethan's fingers wrapping around my hand, seem to stop time. It stops my heart and my breathing. It stops my circulation and all my senses. The only thing that doesn't stop is my mind. My mind is racing on full speed. My throat feels tight and fear takes over my body. I'm back on the bathroom floor. Im back against the concrete wall, with Mike's hand crushing mine. With his hand around my neck and my heart starts beating out of my chest uncontrollably. My breathing is rapid and shallow, trying to gasp for air and I start crying. I can't stop it and my cries turn into loud sobbing sounds. The lack of air makes me once again feel light headed and I know for a fact that I'm gonna pass out. I look into Ethan's teary eyes when I manage to open mine in between sobs and I feel completely lost. Why can't he calm me down?