Chapter 3
A/N: Quick shout-out to Becc-gallenter, wolfpackof1, hostandhungergamesluver, hengstro, lexiedexie, and chlollie4eva for following the story. Thanks for the support!
I was sitting on my bed scribbling in my notepad. I heard a slight knock on my door and I shot off the bed. Ethan!
"Come in." I swallowed and sat on my bed. A sigh came out of my mouth and I relaxed. Uncle Macon was standing in the doorway.
"I came to say goodnight. You should get some sleep." I nodded and he turned and shut the door behind him. I fell back onto my bed and sighed. I had a horrible feeling about tonight. I should tell Ethan not to come over but I couldn't. He needed to be with someone. I took a couple of deep breaths and stood up.
"It's just another night. We've done this before. Don't be a coward." I told myself before walking over to the tall mirror I had sat up in the corner. I looked over myself. My hair was a mesh of black curls and tangles. My eye makeup had smeared and my chap stick had gone dry. I never wear much makeup anyway. I was still dressed in my jeans and t-shirt from today. My necklace hung around my neck. I played with the bottle cap from the soda Ethan gave me on our first date. A smile spread across my face as I recalled the memory.
I took a deep breath and grabbed a brush. I yanked it through my hair but all it did was frizz up more. I sighed and ran into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. I washed my body and my hair quickly. I decided to shave my legs too. I was sitting on the side of the bathtub and shaving like a maniac.
"Why am I being so stupid?" I asked myself as I finished shaving. I pulled on my robe and walked back into my room.
"Holy Hell!" Ridley was perched on my bed sucking on a lollipop.
"Why so jumpy? Could it be because of your little plans with Ethan?" I felt myself blush. How did Ridley know about that?
"Don't worry. I won't spoil y'alls fun. Just be safe." She laughed as I threw the brush at her. She left the room quickly and I sank onto my bed. Ethan and I have never really talked about that. Did he expect something tonight? Of course not, we may be able to take things a little farther with kissing but even that hurt him. I shook the thought out of my head and retrieved my brush from the floor. I ran it through my hair.
"I should probably make myself look pretty." I mumbled and yanked open one of my dresser drawers. I dug through the clothes a bit only to realize I had no pretty nightgowns. I sighed and peeled my robe off. I grabbed the nicest pair of underwear I owned and the matching bra. I pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a dark blue tank top. I wouldn't say I looked pretty but I looked presentable. I grabbed the only tube of lip gloss I owned and slapped some on my lips. I looked at myself in the mirror again. I looked like I was about to go to bed, minus the lip gloss. Hopefully, Ethan would notice that I was prepared for sleep. I sat on my bed and suddenly words formed in my mind.
Haunting Hourglass
Hands of time
Forsaken tears
Touch of fear
I scrawled the words onto my notepad and stared at them. My poetry always had a meaning hidden between the lines. I was terrified to find out the meaning behind this one.
L, you still awake.
I jumped as Ethan's words drifted into my mind. I closed my notepad and sat it onto my bedside table.
Yeah. The doors unlocked. Just be quiet.
I laid back on the pillows and then sat up again. I dangled my feet off the side of the bed and stared at the door. It opened slowly and Ethan popped his head in.
"Hey." I whispered as he shut the door behind him.
"Hey. I missed you." I smiled and walked towards him. He kissed me on the forehead and gathered me into a hug.
"We saw each other a couple of hours ago." I mumbled into his neck. I was standing on my tiptoes just to be there. He chuckled and unwrapped his arms.
"Any new poetry on the walls?" I shook my head frantically. He smiled and walked over to me. He began to fiddle with my charm necklace. I shuddered as his hands ghosted across my collarbone.
"Ethan." Any protest I may have had was silenced by him pressing his lips to mine. He was kissing me with such passion I was afraid I might explode. We pretty much stumbled over onto my bed. Ethan's hands found my waist as I wrapped mine around his neck. Ethan laid me back gently, never breaking the kiss. He leaned into me and I pulled him closer. My body was tingling. Ethan's lips moved from my mouth, down my jawline, and onto my neck. He was trailing kisses up and down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of fire. I felt Ethan's muscles tense up under my hands.
"We have to stop." I muttered while pulling him closer. I didn't want this to stop. I wanted to continue the downward spiral of our fiery passion. His hands glided up my sides. His hands ghosted around my bra line and I gasped.
"Ethan." I muttered almost out of breath. Then, as if he had been struck, Ethan's body convulsed and he fell onto the floor. I jumped up to help him. His body was seizing and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. I screamed and fell to my knees beside him.
"Ethan!" I tried to calm his shaking but where I touched him a huge red mark was left. As if my touch had literally burned him. Tears were streaming down my face as I backed away. I did this. My touch was killing him.
"Lena, what is going on?" Uncle Macon rushed into the room and his eyes went wide when he saw Ethan convulsing on my floor. Macon ran to Ethan and sank on the floor beside him. He didn't need to ask what happened. He already knew. Ridley ran into the room, took one look at the scene and wrapped me into her arms.
"Ethan! Ethan! I'm so sorry!" I screamed as Ridley drug me out of the room. My only thought was, I just killed the love of my life.
A/N: Cliffhanger! I hope it doesn't upset y'all to much. I will be updating sooner than Saturday on this chapter though. Stay tuned!