Please Love Me

POV: Harper

The party atmosphere had shifted from raucous laughter and dancing to a tense, suffocating silence, caused only by Serena's cries as Ethan escorted her to the door. Outside, a cool breeze rustled the leaves, a stark contrast to the heated emotions boiling within the house.

Her screams about Ethan’s promise attracted the attention of our guests. They started whispering amongst themselves, speculating about the relationship between Ethan and Serena. I could’ve leave just like that, I had to follow up with Ethan, running to catch up with them and stop him from saying or doing anything that might hurt her.

“Ethan, please…

Don’t hurt her….

Stop, Ethan, please!” I called out to him as I blinked back the tears that threatened to pour out of my eyes. Ethan heard my voice and he turned to comfort me, pulling me into a protective embrace while glaring at Serena.

“Ethan, please… don’t hurt her…” my voice rang out, trembling but firm, pulling at Ethan’s heartstrings even amidst the chaos. His grip on Serena tightened but his gaze turned soft as it fell upon me.

“Harper, please go upstairs and let me handle this,” he urged, his voice a gentle command meant to shield me from the madness unfolding. Yet, he couldn’t help but lean closer to me enveloping me in a protective embrace, a silent promise that he would manage things and make sure something like this never happens again.

“I can’t just leave,” I insisted, pulling away slightly, my determination evident.

“She is making a scene, and everyone is watching.” I told him as my gaze flickered anxiously towards the other guests who were whispering among themselves, their eyes darting toward the commotion. The walls of their intimacy felt unnervingly thin, exposed for everyone to see. I have always loved my privacy, and I take pride in keeping my affairs a secret and minding my business.

Now it seems like we were washing our dirty undies outside, airing our secrets for the word to see. Pushing against my protests, Ethan redirected his attention to Serena, who thrashed against his hold, her voice rising and echoing through the house like a fucking lunatic.

“Just leave, Serena. You’re not welcome here anymore.” Ethan steered her towards the door, the warmth of the celebration now replaced with an uncomfortable tension.

“Ethan, please don’t push me away. I need you in my life, you are the only family we have and I miss you.” She sobbed, trying to guilt trip Ethan and manipulate him to get what she wanted.

“Just get out! You’re not welcome here anymore.” He repeated as dragged her with her uneasy energy, leading her toward the exit, her hysterics filling the void left by the party’s music.

She kept yelling hysterically, causing a scene that needed urgent attention. Ethan had to push her out forcefully and shut the door to keep everyone else from being bothered by her noise.

He pushed her away roughly, screaming so loudly When he finally managed to shove Serena outside. He slammed the door to muffle her cries, a heavy silence enveloped the space.

“For the love of God, Rena, can you please tell me what is going on with you and why you decided to ruin this night for me and my wife. Why are you acting like this, what the hell is wrong with you?” he roared, thrusting his hands through his hair, trying to shake off the residual chaos.

This time it is my turn to lurk in the shadows and stalk her. I hid in the shadows, listening to all their conversation. Ethan is so pissed, his every action shows that he is trying so hard to control his anger. But she doesn’t know this, or so maybe she does know about it and she just doesn’t care.

Serena is doing one of her usual tricks that always work on him. She is now a sobbing mess as she stumbled back into him, throwing herself into his arms, and hugging him so tight, leaning in for a kiss. He pushed her away roughly, taking his hands out of here and keeping her on arms length.

She didn’t stop trying, she kept pushing her body into him, letting him feel her boobs while she desperately tried to shamelessly grab and caress his dick. She nearly cornered him and forced him to respond to her touch. But he pushed her away his venomous glare fixed on her.

“Are you on drugs or simply going insane?

What has come you, why are you acting like a fucking addict. Why are you acting like a lunatic?” he shouted on anger, confusion and anger surging through him as he stared into her tear-streaked face.

“Please, Ethan, let this be our Secrets. I will do anything to make you happy. I will make sure Harley and I stop fighting. Your wife and I are going to be good friends. I would give anything to…”

“Enough, Serena!

I said enough!

Don’t you get it?!

How else am I supposed to spell it out to you?

I don’t feel that way about you. I never have and I never will. For fucks sake, You’re like a little sister to me. I love you as my kid sister and I will always take care of you. But you need to stop right now because its beginning to piss me off. I don’t want to e brutal and ruthless with you. But If you keep pushing for a relationship with me, I will be forced to take a very brutal step that would not only hurt you, but it’s going to affect your sister as well” He told heɍ, warning her in a very serious tone that made him look like a totally different person.

“Ethan, please,” she begged, her eyes pleading and desperate as her fake tears spills and flow down her cheeks.

“I will be there for you, Serena. I will always take care of you and I will protect you always. That is the best I can do for you, don’t fucking push it!” he warned her again, sounding more dangerous and angry.

“Please Ethan, just love me the same way you love Emma and Harper. I don’t care if it’s as a mistress… just don’t shut me out like this! You must like me if you’re protecting me!

You are just playing hard to get, I know it. We grew up together, we have loved and cared about each other for many years. So please explain to me why you won’t like me. Why do you care so much if you don’t like me. Why did you promise to care for me if you didn’t love me?” she asked him, trying to caress his cheeks.

“No!” he bellowed, the word hanging heavy in the air, thick with finality.

“I never loved you and I never will!

I never even loved Emma while we were together. I just played along to get everyone off my back. I love Harper, I fucking love my wife. The one person that I love is Harper. Nothing and no one can change that now. I think your presence here is definitely not needed for now. Don’t come around anymore. I can help you, I will give you a nice vacation to US. Show me that you can go live abroad and stay away from trouble. Then the house , enjoy your life. Just let this be over.” He begged, sounding a bit compassionate. I guess he finally realized that he shouldn’t hurt her anymore. Not after making her suffer shame and rejection.

“I can never love you that way, Rena. I suggest you move on and stop feeling that way for me. If you keep bothering me this way, I will be forced to cut you off, for good.” He warned her sternly before turning to head back inside. She took a step in his direction, but she stopped herself in time before she crossed the line and get him Furious again.

As the reality of the rejection began to settle into Serena’ expression, her face contorted into a mask of jealousy and hurt. It was a side of her he had never anticipated but now marred the innocence he had once cherished. If only he had seen her face after he turned his back on her. He would have realized that I was right when I said that she is not the good and innocent girl he once knew. She is vindictive and manipulative, so fucking annoying.

I wish she could slip for a second and reveal her true attitude to him. That would teach him to listen to me always. After she left, I went back to the party to announce that the situation has been handled and everything is fine. They partied for a little while before ther started heading back to their houses. I went upstairs like I intended, bidding everyone farewell to the guest before retiring to the bedroom.

“Breathe,” he told himself as he stepped back into the bedroom, feeling exhausted, drained by the confrontation and the realization that his world was shifting right beneath him. He came to me, needing to find solace, to reclaim the feeling of safety that I always offered. I was perched on the edge of the couch, waiting for him, my energy calm and resolute despite the tempest outside.

“I’m sorry for inviting her tonight. She nearly ruined our party,” he apologized, looking so drained as he leaned over and kissed me softly, trying to force out a smile to ease my worries.

“When will all this emotional turmoil end?

Will Serena ever get tired and walk away from our lives!” I asked myself, looking into his eyes. The answer to my questions were in those eyes. He has no fucking idea what he’s doing and neither do I.