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Chapter 18

Chapter 18

[Marie's POV]

I run until my legs are numb. Until I feel nothing but the air that's exiting my lungs. Until I don't give a fuck anymore.

I don't care that Ethan doesn't fight for me-No, fuck that! That's what hurts the most. I'm probably just some girl that he does and say things just to get into her pants.

Deep down in my heart I know that's not the truth, but what else am I supposed to believe? That he cares for me so that's why he's letting me go?!

Bull shit.

"Marie!" Ethan's booming voice yells from somewhere behind me over the whipping winds. "What the hell!"

I squeeze my eyes, pain coursing through me as I keep walking. "Go away," I yell over my shoulder.

He ignores me, unfortunately. "What is wrong with you? Get your ass back in the car." He scolds obviously angry.

As fast as you can say 'happy', I'm storming towards the soon to be dead man. "You have some fucking nerve!" I scream once I'm a foot away from him. "You think you can dictate me? Who do you think you are, huh?" Before he can speak, I speak for him, "Oh, excuse me. Your Mr. Lead A Girl On-Claim Her-Then Leave Her To Be Scrutinized By Said Mr.'s Creepy Father." Ethan's face softens slightly.

I laugh humorlessly, angrily wiping at the water spilling from my eyes. Stupid water. "Don't think I owe you some sort of explanation for running out here when you haven't been completely honest yourself."

Ethan shakes his head, "Yes I have."

"Oh please. Secret missions from your father? You don't explain anything. I'm left in the dark, blindly falling in love with someone who I thought actually cared for me. Instead of actually attempting to tell me something, anything, you try to break up with me. I mean who does that?!" I scream, flailing my arms around like a mad women.

"I can't tell you." Ethan avoids eye contact with me.

Fed up with his shit, I grab his chin forcing his face to mine. "Why not?" I ask, impatient.

"I just can't, okay? It'll put you in danger." Ethan pleads, caressing my hand that was on his chin seconds ago with both of his.

Ethan's green eyes bore into my emotion filled ones. I instantly look away. I don't want him to see how much he hurts me. If I do then he'll use it against me. It's what guys like him do. I'm still deciding if I'm willing to keep letting him use me or not.

Even over the chilling wind, I can feel Ethan as he approaches me. Already knowing what he's going to do, "Don't." I sternly say, stepping back. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

As soon as I finish the last sentence, I instantly feel Ethan wrap his arms around me. His oaky and masculine scent engulf me. The moment seems more sensual and filled with something I can only describe as-"I love you." He whispers so softly I can hear my heart cracking.

Did he just...

"Your just saying that." I shake my head, tears clouding my vision as I stare up at him.

"No." Ethan cries pressing me to him. I want so badly to fold into him and forget the past 2 hours but I can't. I'm not going to pretend to be okay and run off into the sunset. I can't do that. I just can't.

"You are! B-because your losing me and you don't know how to stop it. You don't love me. If you do then we wouldn't even be having this conversation! Don't think my feelings for you will blind my better judgment. We haven't even known each other enough to know that." I harshly state, trying to push out of his grip but his hold on me tightens each time.

"I know. I-"

"Stop." I push him harshly so that he stumbles away from me, but quickly rights himself. "Don't say that and don't touch me." I sadly say through gritted teeth.

Ethan stares at me like I just ripped his heart out of his chest, but just as the look is there, it's gone. In its place is indifference. "Fine, I won't ever say it or touch you again." He shrugs coldly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he clenches his jaw.

Boy if I could bring out of myself to punch him in the face then I'll do it. I swear I'd do it!

"Get the fuck away from me!" I scream, more out of sadness then anything.

Ethan takes his time to look at me. He stares at me for a couple seconds before shrugging his broad shoulders. "Fine." With that he turns on his heel and walks away in the opposite direction.

He's really going to leave me stranded out here? Well, you know what? I don't need him! Fuck him!

"Fine!" I scream.

"Fine!" He roars, turning around briefly before jogging away.

Picking up my own speed, I push past my screaming muscles and continue to run as fast as my body will allow me to right now.

Fuck him. Fuck him and his stupid mysterious, secretive life.

'You wish you could fuck him and his stupid mysterious, secretive life.' My dirty mind just loves to add. I mean seriously? I'm up here emotionally and physically unstable and here my horny self has to think.

Ignoring that dirty thought though, I finally allow myself to collapse onto the cold, hard ground. I curse out at the painful sensation that my aching body conflicts.

I barely get two minutes to think...and cry to myself when suddenly something wet splats on my forehead. Another splats on my shirt, seeping through the material seconds later.

Oh no.

Just as I think that, it starts pouring rain.

"Are you kidding me?" I yell out in frustration to no one in particular as I begrudgingly stand to find cover.

Where to hide. Where to hide. Where to- oh! About a mile away is a tall red barn.

Without hesitation, I drag my body towards the hopefully abandoned shelter.

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Ooookayyyyy so in my message that I sent out yesturday said that I wasn't gonna update for awhile now, but I couldn't do that to you guys. So here's a quick update. I initially planned on writing a gushy scene but that would've been too cliché. Instead I'll update the cliché ending for next time😉 Thanks for reading😊

P.S if any of you say that Ethan's confession is rushed...okay thanks for noticing. There's a reason for it.