little lies (an e.d. fanfiction)

✭ chapter 31

song for chapter: leave like that (feat. jenn champion) by SYML + play on repeat!!

ethan's pov

i wake up immediately running to the bathroom. i whip open the door and go to the toilet, throwing up everywhere.

hangovers suck ass.

i flush the toilet and lazily stand back up, a harsh throbbing feeling in my head. i grab my toothbrush, start brushing my teeth, and walk back to my room to grab my phone.

as soon as i go to reach for my phone sitting beside my bed, i freeze and start to recollect the memories from last night. shit. this can't be real.

i was way too fucked up last night, maybe the most drunk i've ever been. i never even get hangovers.

i hear a knock on my door and i groan, already knowing who it is, "not now, grayson."

he continues to knock and pull at the locked door and i roll my eyes, "i said not now, shut the fuck up!"

the knocking quiets down but then i hear him sigh loudly, "e, open the door. we need to talk."

i close my eyes and open them again, inhaling. i'm not sure what he wants but i know whatever we're about to talk about probably won't be good.

i get up from my bed and walk over to the door, unlocking it. as soon as grayson hears the click he pushes open the door, barging into my room.

i examine my brother standing a couple feet in front of me, with dark eyes. he was shirtless and i could see the deep purple bruise on his rib cage i had caused the night before.

he notices me looking at the fresh bruise and sighs heavily, "you have a lot of explaining to do."

i close my eyes and rub my temple, stressed. "i'm sorry for hurting you last night, okay? i was just drunk and i-"

grayson cuts me off abruptly and i open my eyes, "that's not what i'm talking about. i mean whatever the hell happened with claire."

i let out the heavy breath from my chest that i was unintentionally holding in and sit back down on my bed. i look down at my tatted thighs and refuse to look back up and make eye contact with grayson.

"i know," i pause and ruffle a hand through my dark hair, "i fucked up. i didn't know claire was at the party. i was assuming the worst and..." my voice trails off, not having enough energy to finish the rest, "...you know what happened."

"it's not only me that knows what happened."

my eyebrows furrow at his words and i look up at him, "what do you mean?"

grayson dodges eye contact and his eyes dart around the room, looking like he immediately regretted saying anything at all.

his shoulders rise and fall as he sighs and he pulls his phone out of his pocket. it only takes him a few seconds to pull up whatever he was looking for.

"you may wanna look at this."

he hands me his phone and i feel my heart beat accelerate, nervous as to what this could be. it's a video of me and claire at the party. i was yelling at her about alex, obviously drunk out of my mind. claire was crying and i can even hear some girls from behind the camera laughing at her. i see macy in the background giggling to herself. she was pointing at us, drawing people's attention to stare. i didn't even realize how many people were watching us.

i feel sick to my stomach and i hand the phone back to grayson, "i can't watch this."

grayson looks at me sternly, "that video is everywhere. someone posted it on twitter and it got reposted by a bunch of people. all the comments on the original video are literally just bashing the shit out of claire," he crosses his arms over his chest, "so you better hope that she hasn't seen it."