Ethan was seething at the scene playing out in front of him. Here I was in my childhood home, with my stepbrother who may or may not be in love with me, his hands were wrapped around my waist and we were pressed together tightly. I knew the scene was misleading, but if Ethan had come up even a few seconds earlier, he would have seen what happened. He would have seen that, while I was trying to get away from Dad and take refuge in my room, I had accidentally slammed into Jake and to keep me from falling, Jake had wrapped his arms around my waist and held me up. I knew there was no way he would believe us now, especially me as any type of excuse or reason I tried to give him would only make me look guilty but I still had to try. Just as I was about to open my mouth and talk, Ethan's voice beat me to it, "Do you plan on going into him or he's going to let you go at some point, next year perhaps?" He asked me in a cold voice. I was confused at first because I had no idea what he was r
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