Impostor

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Sugar's pov

I walk into the bathroom, seeing Ethan washing the blood from his hands, my sink staining red.

"Here to lecture me?"Ethan asks with a smile.

"What did my brother do to you?"I ask quietly, and he responds with a huff.

"He opened my eyes."he says..

"To what."i say sternly, making him chuckle. 

He turns towards me.

"Are you mad at me? Are you mad that I acted on impulse, and enjoyed myself."he smiles, rolling up his sleeves and showing me his tattoos, that were very similar to mine. 

"Aren't you proud of me, dad?"he asks.

Without warning, i wind back and slap him so hard he falls to the ground. He whimpers as his knees come in contact with the tile, then he looks back at me angrily.

"Act tough all you want, mate. Your still just that sheltered little deaf boy. And if you kill anyone under my roof again, I'm going to beat you within an inch of your life, and then chain you in the basement like a dog."I say angrily as he glares up at me.

I huff as I turn around, beginning to walk away.

"You underestimate me."he says.

I stop dead in my tracks, feeling my murderous ticks begin to flare up. I turn back towards him slowly.

"No matter what you do. No matter what you claim to be. You aren't my brother, Ethan. No matter how many people you kill, no matter what you tell yourself."I say walking closer to him as he backs away.

"You want to call me dad? Is that what you think is going to get under my skin?"i ask, picking him up by his shirt.

He looks at me angrily as I speak.

"You are my son, and my god, so lucky you are to be. If not, you'd be hanging over a bathtub being gutted like a fish."I say angrily.

"You will continue to be treated as my son now that your father is dead, but keep in mind that you just murdered my best friend. And for that I will never forgive you."i whisper before dropping him back to the ground.

He rubs the skin beneath his shirt collar as he looks up at me.

"And if you so much as look at Leah like you want to touch her, I'll break every bone in your body."

With that, I walk away, leaving him on the floor. 

Ethan's pov

I watch as Sugar walks away, and then my attention is brought to my blood spattered shirt and I scoff, pulling it over my head. I stand up off the floor and continue what I was doing, washing my hands.

"Please be safe Sugar! Just stay, Please! I'm sure he didn't mean it!"Leah says, and I catch a glimpse of her following behind Sugar. 

"I need to go, just for a while. I'll be back in an hour, tops."Sugar says.

"Baby please, your angry, I don't want you driving when your angry."she says softly. 

I dry my hands as I listen to them talk.

"I'm not angry baby. I promise, I'll be back before you fall asleep."he chuckles, and i hear Leah sigh.

"Fine. Tell Jim I said hello, I guess."She says.

"Awe, don't be like that."Sugar chuckles, making me roll my eyes.

I hear the familiar sound of them kissing, and then Leah chuckles as the front door opens. I hear her small footsteps walking back into her bedroom and I smile. I walk out of the bathroom and over to my fathers bloodied corpse. 

I lift up his hand and slide the wedding band off of his finger.

"Commitment."I say, sliding it on to my own ring finger.

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Leah's pov

I huff as I sit my book down, and lean over to my lamp, turning it off. I shuffle off the bed a bit, standing up. I rub my pregnant belly as I lean forward, my back popping. I hear the door click open and I smile. 

"Oh wow, your right on time."I chuckle, hearing the door close. 

I hear him walk over to me, and he grips me from behind, his lips coming to my neck. I chuckle, leaning back against him.

"You aren't still mad about Ethan, are you?"I ask, my hands coming down to his arms around my waist.

I feel him shake his head no and his lips move up to my ear, causing me to smile.

"How was Jim?"I ask, my hand coming around to grip the back of his neck.

He shrugs and I huff, shrugging as well as he pulls my hips more against his. I chuckle, watching his tattooed hand move slowly up towards my throat. My hand follows his and I run my fingers up his arm.

"Alright, Mr. Romantic. But i'm tired, so don't expect much effort."i whisper.

I turn my head and my eyes close, feeling him press his lips against mine softly. 

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