Page 13 of Satan's Son

Chapter 3

“I told you not to leave.” Ethan grabbed my arm tightly and began to drag me through the busy city center.

“Of course, you would be here!” He kept a tight grip on my arm. “Hours,hours, I have been looking for you!”

“It’s not my fault you don’t have the ability to track me,” I exclaimed as I dragged my feet, not wanting to go anywhere he was planning on taking me.

“I had to call in a favor to get your jobs covered!” Ethan stopped and spun around to stare me in the eye. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you have caused?”

I shrugged. “Like it matters anyway. Come on, Ethan, get over it.”

“Get over it!” His jaw clenched, and his eyes became slitted. “If I hadn’t gotten someone to cover your ass, you would have killed at least three people! Don’t you get it? Your time isn’t yours anymore!”

My mouth fell open. “I just wanted to wander around…”

Guilt overcame me. I hadn’t really thought about the consequences of my actions. Being invisible was just too tempting.

“You aren’t allowed to wander around!Bloody hell!” Ethan yelled at me.

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“Ethan, I’m sorry.” I seductively blew across his ear while standing behind him. “Come on, you can’t be mad at me forever.”

Ethan grunted and crossed his arms, sitting on the bench. Sighing slowly, I walked around and sat next to him. Not only did he make me jog in heels to keep up with him, but he had then decided that he would sit here, not telling me why.

“Okay, fine, you have proven your point. What do I do now?” I tapped the bench with one finger, waiting for him to get off his high horse.

“You know storming away and ignoring me isn’t a very mature thing to do,” I said lightly.

Ethan twisted and gave me a pointed look but didn’t say anything. But I had a feeling I could hear every insult he wanted to hurl at me.

“What, no comeback, Ethan? Fine, be mute!” I turned around and stared across the park. “Like it bothers me. Always preferred to have conversations with myself anyway.”

It really did bother me though. Ethan may not be the best source of conversation but he was all I had.

“Did you know that when I was little I used to play here?” I struck up a conversation anyway, not caring if he didn’t reply. Well, I cared a bit. I sort of hoped my babbling would pull him out of this. “I fell off that slide.” I pointed to the long, faded brown slide.

“Dad told me I was too small to go on it, so I made it my mission.” I crossed my legs. “Boy, did I get some ‘I told you so’ comments.”

Ethan grunted again, and I heard him grinding his teeth.

“Then when I was ten, this was like a month after that, I fell from that tree.” I pointed to the tall tree next to it. “Again, I wasn’t meant to be climbing it.”

Ethan scoffed, and I had a feeling he was biting his tongue.

“Broke my other arm. Trust me; two broken arms can really make things hard.”

“You were lucky they were only broken arms,” Ethan snapped. “Do you ever listen to anyone? Have you ever considered… ‘hey, maybe I should actually listen to what people are telling me?’ Iswearyou made it your mission to make my life hell! ‘Addison, don’t go on that boat without a life jacket.’ Do you listen?No!Do you put that life jacket on? Of course not!”

“How do you know that?” I turned around sharply, interrupting his rant. “I didn’t tell you that.”

Ethan’s lips formed a tight line.

“What, cat got your tongue?” I poked his arm. “Spill it. How did you know that about me?”

“I just know stuff,” he snapped.

“Liar.”

“Just shut up,” Ethan cried. “You’re annoying me.”

“Then get someone else to show me around, and I won’t be ‘making your life hell’ anymore.”

“It’s not that easy,” Ethan explained. “You’re my problem.”

“As you keep reminding me.” I sighed. “I wish they’d give me someone else.”

“Wishing doesn’t get you anywhere.”

“Does praying?” I glanced sideways at Ethan but he didn’t reply.

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