Chapter 4 Be with me

Rachel's POV

The gorgeous stranger just said he was my favorite pastime. What the hell could be my fav...

Holy shit!

I shook my head, as it dawned on me who this familiar handsome man could be.

"No, you can't be, are you... goggle glasses Ethan?"

My eyes widened even more when he nodded his head.

This was goggle glasses Ethan? What?

"But you're not...This..." I became really confused.

Ethan Wright, as he called himself, was my favorite pastime, and he was right.

Back when we were in high school, there was a boy who I always picked on because of his big glasses, which were always on his face, and that happened to be the gorgeous man in front of me.

"Unbelievable." I muttered my eyes glued to his strong biceps budging out of the tight t-shirt he wore.

The Ethan Wright I knew back in secondary school was a normal-looking, thin, scrawny-looking nerdy kid with a tidy uniform and big glasses, while the man staring back at me was a huge, muscular, handsome god!

"Surprising isn't it?" He said with a smirk.

It was as if he could read my mind and tell what I was thinking.

"No, it's just that... The Ethan Wright I knew was..."

"Was what?" He took two steps towards me.

"Weak? Easily bullied? A fool? Lovestruck?" He kept on walking towards me.

I stepped back in fright which made me fall back on the bed.

Getting up quickly, I shook my hands, stopping him.

"Nerdish... I wanted to say, nerd...ish," I said, dragging the word so he could understand.

His smirk told me that he wasn't yet convinced.

"Look here, yes, I agree that some of the words you used to qualify yourself were of the words that came to my head... But trust me when I say lovestruck? Was not one of them".

I let out a sigh of relief when he stopped walking towards me.

He just stared at me.

Why was he staring at me?

And the look, it was so deep. Does he want to look into my soul or something?

I looked trying to fix my eyes on something that was not Ethan's gorgeous face or muscular body.

Think of something, Rachel...

Yes!

"You still haven't explained why you saved me, because anyone could clearly see that I was trying to kill myself, not some drunk ass looking for relief," I said as I remembered that I could've been dead by now, then I wouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of my actions, all of them.

Ethan just stared at me, even after I finished talking.

Was there something on my face?

I touched my face just to be sure, but I didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.

"Is there something on..."

"Do you want me to help you?" He said cutting me off.

"Rude." I muttered under my breath but I could swear he heard it.

Help me?

"How can you help me?" I scoffed.

Ethan smirked again.

"Do you think I'm the same Ethan Wright that you knew in high school? The weak one?" He walked towards me again.

"No..." I shook my head putting out my hands in front of me.

Why does he keep walking towards me?

The way he kept looking at me made my heart race wildly.

"Let me phrase the question again, why do you want to help me? You don't even know my plight. Let's say you know, why would you want to help me? Like you rightly said, you were my favorite pastime back in high school. I bullied you severally to the point you had to leave school; that was all because of me. So why would you want to help me now?"

I finished my words and looked at the handsome man I'm front of me.

This is Ethan Wright

This is Ethan Wright.

This is fucking Ethan fucking Wright! How did he get so rich?

When I woke up, I was too preoccupied with the fact that I was in an unknown place with an incredibly good-looking man to notice how beautifully furnished the room I was in was.

From the furniture to the walls even the floor, everything was so exquisite.

Or was he just a help?

No, he can't be just a help, I answered myself.

His posture and aura say otherwise.

How can I just come to terms that this beautiful god was the piece of trash of yesterday? Time does some people well, while for some others, it destroys them slowly, for example, myself.

When I was in high school and college, I was the queen bee, the one all girls wanted to be like and all guys wanted to date, but I foolishly picked David, and this was where my miserable life had brought me.

Pitiful.

I shut my eyes realizing that I was really pitiful.

Seconds passed but Ethan didn't say a word. That got me worried so I opened back my eyes.

I looked down in shame.

"You should have just let me die. I know a lot of people who want the same thing, me dead, and for the first time in forever, I'm ready to give them what they want; I want to be free, I want to be at peace!" I yelled.

Some of the terrible things I've done flowed back into my mind one by one.

My eyes blurred with tears when Ethan gave me no answer. Maybe he wanted the same thing the others did, me dead. Even if he didn't want it now, I could bet there was a time he did.

I bowed my head feeling ashamed of my wrongdoings.

Ethan walked towards me and cupped my face in his large hands.

Wiping my tears he said

"Let me help you get revenge on each and every one of those people who hurt you."

I've never felt so touched by a person's words. But why was he helping me? What did he want from me?

"Why? What would you want in return?" I asked him in expectation.

He trailed his hands to my back and I flinched. Not only because of the way he touched me but also because that was where I landed when David threw me across the room when I tried to fight Lana.

I saw the way he clenched his jaw when I flinched. As if he knew I had been hurt and was feeling just as much pain.

"I don't want anything; I came back just to make a few people suffer; I'll just add your enemies to the long list."

"No, you must want something, anything. If you can help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free."

Ethan went quiet for a while.

I held my breath waiting for what his request might be.

If it was something money could buy, I'd try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now.

"You're right I do want something." He said after thinking for a few minutes

"What?" I asked slowly.

"Until you get your revenge on David, Lana, and every other person you want, you will live here."

Live here as in...? I shook off the rest of the sentence from my head. I didn't want to insinuate anything.

"W... What are you saying?" I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back, but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed, but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms.

Ethan moved his face closer to mine, but it was so close, our noses almost touched.

"I want you to be with me!"