Chapter 14: Saved
I clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles as I drove to Silas's house. No one was gonna hurt him on my watch. I'll kill anyone who tries.
Alright, Ethan, calm down buddy. No need to kill anyone. Just make sure Silas and his mom are safe. Mission objective.
I arrived to find the front door smashed in. Not much was out of place, which ruled out a struggle, I guess. Either that or there was more compliance than struggle.
Nearing the hallway, I heard voices from the room at the end. Trying to be sneaky, I put my ear against the door. I could Silas's voice clear as day, of course. And then a man's voice.
That better not be--
I opened the door.
--Grey fucking Lintel.
He turned to see who'd interrupted him, still standing over my boyfriend, who he'd obviously been punching mercilessly.
"Who the hell are you?" he spat.
"Ethan, thank God," Silas whispered.
Grey glanced back and forth between Silas and me, then smirked. "Oh, I get it. This your little boyfriend I'm throttling?"
"As a matter-of-fact, yes, it is," I said through clenched teeth.
He snorted. "I knew your son was a fag, Valerie. All the more reason to kill them both."
"Grey, please stop," Silas's mom begged.
Ignoring her, he stepped forward to swing at me. Skillfully, I dodged the shot, and the two that followed. He left himself open enough for me to punch him in the stomach, then hit him across the face when he doubled over. I grabbed his collar, and threw him into the wall.
"Fucking dumb asshole," I growled, spitting on him.
He groaned, but showed no signs of moving anytime soon so I knelt over Silas.
"Baby?" I asked, smoothing his hair away from his face.
He tried to open his pretty icy blue eyes, but one was swollen shut and he could barely manage it. His face was swollen, bloody, and bruised, but he still looked like an angel to me. I kissed one of the only non-bruised parts of his face, and nuzzled my nose in his hair.
Then suddenly I heard Valerie shout, "Ethan, look out!"
I spun around, and everything went black.
I tried to fully open my eyes as I heard my mom try to warn Ethan. Grey had picked up one of Mom's books and hit Ethan with it so hard that he passed out, falling to the floor beside me.
"Ethan," I croaked.
I coughed, choking up blood and deciding not to try speaking again. I raggedly reached my hand up, grabbing onto his shirt and pulling myself to him.
"Give it up, kid," Grey said smugly. "It's all over."
I ignored him, continuing my climb to Ethan. I propped myself up on my arms, looking over his out-cold features. He was breathing, and appeared to be fine. However, I noticed blood under his head that began soaking the carpet.
Just then, the police burst in and arrested Grey. I didn't notice though. I didn't notice as they took him away, and cut the tape holding my mom. However, I did notice when I was pulled away from Ethan so the paramedics could get to him.
I wailed, reaching out for him as he was put on the stretcher. I begged the men to let me go so I could go to him. They said my wounds needed to be assessed. I was fine, but Ethan wasn't. I needed to be with him.
My mother was the only one who didn't need to be hospitalized. I had a couple fractured ribs, so I needed to stay over night. I demanded to be taken to Ethan, and they complied as long as I rode a wheelchair. A nurse pushed me to his room, letting me take over when she opened the door.
I never thought I'd choke up at the mere sight of someone hooked up to an IV. I wheeled myself to his bedside, smiling sadly as I thought about how pissed he'd be when he woke up with a needle stuck in his hand.
I rested my head against his arm, eyes closing. "I'm so sorry, Ethan," I told him, even though I knew he couldn't hear me. "I shouldn't have called you. If I hadn't called you, you wouldn't have been hurt."
"But you might've died if I hadn't."
I opened my eyes, looking up into his ecstatic green eyes. He reached up to scratch the gauze on his head, smiling at me. "How long have I been out?"
"Only a couple hours," I said, trying to reopen the wounds on my lips as I smiled back.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he said, running his hand through my hair. He paused, noticing the IV. "Ugh, damnit. Get this thing out of me, it's uncomfortable."
I giggled, and pressed the call button for the nurse. She came quickly, and took the needle out of Ethan's hand. He grinned politely at her, then waited till she left the room before he moved over on his bed to make room for me. I smiled, lifting myself out of the wheelchair and onto the bed next to him. He cradled me to his chest, arms wrapped around me and making me feel safer than I had in a long time.
"Everything's okay now," he whispered in my ear. "Grey is down for the count. You and your mom are safe."
"How did things go with Kathy before I interrupted?" I asked.
He kissed my forehead. "Well I think my mom and I are going to be happy. She's very sweet."
"That's great to hear," I said. "I knew it would work out."
He was quiet for a minute, then said, "So..."
I glanced up at his face. "What?"
"Well, we're alone. In a bed. Seems like a perfect time to--"
"I have fractured ribs and you have a head wound."
"I'm fine. And I'll be gentle with you. You don't need to worry."
"I don't? A reception area full of doctors and nurses are one unlocked door away."
Ethan grinned at me, then got up. He teetered a bit, but regained his balance and hurried to the door, locking it. "Well?"
I shook my head at him, smiling, but removed my shirt anyway. He returned to me, taking off his hospital gown as he did so, and helping me remove my pants so I was as naked as he was. He took my lips in his, tongue sliding past and meeting mine. He smiled into the kiss, then trailed his fingers down my body.
Long story short, I lost my virginity on a hospital bed. Which was marginally better than losing it in an art room, I suppose.
And neither of us cared that Ethan's nurse was pounding at the door.
We also didn't care that she woke us up to tell us to get cleaned up and dressed. What a bitch.