Page 56 of Sparks of Insanity
Ethan sighed, reaching out to move my hair out of my eyes, and stopping just before he touched me.
“Jesus, I just can’t help myself. I feel like I keep taking liberties. You don’t really want me, Em, it’s just that I’m the first person outside your family that you’ve trusted. It doesn’t mean I’m the right guy, I mean, I’m not. I’m much older than you, and I’m… well, I’m a disgraced teacher, for fuck’s sake. I have nothing to offer you. I’m just, I think maybe you’re fixating on me, because I’m someone you’ve spent a lot of time with.”
Sanctimonious prick! I shoved him away and that wasn’t enough, so then I slapped his face, and when I lunged at him to do it again, he caught my arm, and held it in a tight grip, a scowl on his face.
“Remember how I said I’m losing my fucking mind? Don’t do this, Em. Don’t keep pushing me to anger, because I lose control. I never used to, but I’m a monster now, remember?”
I scoffed at him, tugging at his grip, but he didn’t release me.
“Please. My family are monsters. You? You’re just a man pretending that you don’t want what’s right in front of you. Like you said, you have nothing left to lose, Ethan. Why don’t you just fucking take what you want?”
His grip loosened and he got off the bed, heading for the door.
“This isn’t how it’s going down, Em. You’re not going to keep pushing me to lose it, just so you can use that to get what you want. I’ll get my fucking mind back somehow, and it won’t be through your manipulations.”
“Well, fuck you then. Give me my phone though, because I need to check in with my dads. I heard them earlier, so I know you were on the phone to them. They wanted an update, remember?”
He tossed it on the bed with me, and walked out, slamming the door.
My dad, Gray, was so ready for the call that he answered instantly, probably surprised it was another video call.
“There you are, sweetheart. Is he hurting you? Do you want me to burn him for you?” My god, how was it that his words made me cry? Call my dads what you want, but they care, and this is how they show it.
“Aw talk to me, baby girl. Do you want me to get rid of him, and bring you home?” I swallowed hard, glaring at the door Ethan had disappeared through.
“No. I want to break him first. He’s-”
Dad frowned, holding up a hand.
“Break him? Em, what are you talking about? If he’s hurting you, we’ll kill him, but you’re not making sense.”
“He keeps rejecting me, but I’m not taking no for a fucking answer.” Dad grinned suddenly.
“Ah… that sounds familiar, I’m sure that’s a family trait. Let’s see if I can offer any advice here.”
Ethan
ALCOHOL WASN'T THE ANSWER, and I was actually surprised there was any in this house, bearing in mind that they knew they were locking their alcoholic daughter in here. Great parenting, you pair of insane bastards.
It was only a half bottle of vodka, but as a service to my charge here, I should probably get rid of it, right?
I poured a tall glass, and hid the last bit in the cupboard just in case she came down, and found it. It was high enough that she wouldn’t accidentally see it. The perks of being about a foot or so taller than her, I guess.
I sat by the window, gazing out at the green fields beyond the property’s border. The garden was big, but inaccessible, what with me being locked in like a fucking prisoner. How the hell did those bastards manage to trap me in this nightmare? It’s not a nightmare because of who I’m trapped here with though.
It’s a nightmare because I want her so fucking much, and my ability to hold back from touching her is completely gone at this point. I left that room before I did more than just touch her hair. I wanted to lay her down and fuck her into the mattress.
By the time Ember emerged from her room, I was on the last few drops of the vodka from that now empty bottle, and feeling much more chilled out.
“Ethan?”
“You’re still naked? For fuck’s sake, Em!” She shrugged, walking to the kitchen, that bare ass of hers wiggling as she moved. She was doing this to torture me. She knew I’d fucking jump her, and she was pushing it.
“I’m hungry. Shall I prepare something for us?”
“You’re going to cook naked? Better not fry anything then. You’ll get fat splatting all over those pert tits of yours.” Ember turned on her heel, frowning at me from the kitchen counter.
“Wait a minute. Have you been drinking?” She stormed across the room to me, snatching my empty glass and sniffing it. She cast her eyes around the room, and went back to the kitchen, finding the empty bottle in the bin.
