Ethan's grip on Lily's hands remained firm as he guided her through the crowded, chaotic dance floor. He wanted to take Lily somewhere more private, somewhere he could touch her and have her all to himself — like she said.He maintained his composure, acting like what she was saying wasn't making any sense when it actually drove him crazy. Right there and then, he wanted to pin Lily against the wall and fuck her from behind while pulling on the half ponytail that her cute bow settled on.But he couldn't do it because he knew she was drunk and probably expressing her embarrassing inner thoughts that she might later regret.
Ethan, still in search of Lily, began to feel restless, and for the first time in years, panic gripped him.It was very clear on his face.His heart raced, the pounding audible in the tense silence, reflecting his inner panic. A cold sweat broke out on his face as his eyes darted anxiously, scanning the surroundings. A clear panic attack, just because Lily left his arms.The last time someone he loved slipped from his grasp, he found them being attacked. It wasn't a singular occurrence – it happened not only with his sister but also with Emma, his ex-girlfriend.Sometimes he felt like he was the cause of everything. A walking curse, a force that brought harm to those close to him.Stopping abruptly, he took out his phone to track Lily down, using the tracker he had discreetly placed in her new phone. He followed it and noticed it was leading him to where he and Lily first sat. His heart began to calm a bit as he approached the chair, thinking Lily might have found her way there.But as
Whoever that man was, he was a skilled fighter because not many could execute that move perfectly in one go. Probably the reason he didn’t run; he could easily fight his way out.Ethan instantly recognized the move, the man used on Mark—slicing the side of his with his hands with sharp, full force, which could affect his artery and cause a temporary loss of blood flow and oxygen to the brain.He watched as Mark’s body slumped to the ground, and the man turned his full glare to him, but Ethan didn’t care; all that mattered was getting to Lily first.In the tense
“I remember you,” uttered one of the male police officers as he strode to the table where Ethan was being interrogated. He walked to the younger policeman, extending his hand for Ethan's file, and the younger officer instantly handed it over to him.He glanced through it for a while before raising his eyes from the paper to the seated form of Ethan. “You’re the kid who killed that man at the age of eleven,” he recalled, then leaned in towards Ethan, his voice taking a lower octave. “How did you find yourself in the same situation years later?”Ethan scoffed as he looked down at his wrists, bound with handcuffs. Slowly, he raised his chin to the old policeman's face, throwing a death glare at him, with a smirk.The policeman sighed, observing his reaction. “You really are crazy.”“Sir—” the younger policeman warned.“Then you were just a kid,” the older policeman started rising up. “But now you’re an adult, and with that attitude of yours, you'll be
Mark had no other choice but to take Lily to his personal hell—his house.He couldn't say no, not after she stared at him with deep vulnerability in her eyes. She trusted him enough to ask to spend the night at his place.He made sure his demon parents didn’t see her, taking her straight to his room.Lily sat on the edge of Mark's bed while he took a seat
"I can fix it,"Max's eyes widened. Whenever he regained control and attempted to stop, Lily would say something that would instantly change his mind.He inhaled sharply as he looked down at her. Her hazel eyes, once filled with sincerity and strong emotions, were now clouded by the effects of alcohol.He knelt above her, trapping her legs between his kne
Mark’s half-brother, Asher, hated him; he didn't know why he did, yet he suffered severely just because of that hatred.It was not his fault his father took a liking to his late mother; what he heard from his mother's close friend was that she was raped by him, but the rumors said she was a prostitute.Everything was his father's fault, yet Asher still hated him for being a fake illegitimate second son.
59**Flashback**Mark was twelve, almost a year after his brother had been sent to jail. Ethan was still twelve but would be turning thirteen in the next month.Ethan sat at his desk focused on the computer in front of him, while Mark lay on his bed quietly staring at Ethan, his head filled with weird thoughts. He had so many questions and Whatever questions he had, Ethan always knew the answers.But will Ethan have an answer to that one parti