Page 67 of Heartbreaker

“I will tell her you came over, once she is out,” Ethan tells her.

“Well I don’t hear the shower, so I don’t think she is in there yet.”

“Taylor, I will tell her. She had a bad night with Jackson and I think some space would be good for her.”

“When did you get here?” Taylor asks him. Come on Taylor come to my room, fight him.

“This morning. I wanted to see how she was, so soon as she is out of the shower she will be down.” And with that I hear the door shut.

There is no way that Taylor would just leave without talking to me, not after what happened last night. I look over at the door as Ethan walks back into the room.

“You can have a shower at my place. We are leaving before she comes back.” Ethan grabs my arms quickly untying the scarf from around my wrists, so that I can stand up, taking the scarf off me. “Grab what you need,” he tells me as I stare at him. He's being serious about this.

“No, I’m not going anywhere. Ethan this is silly, and has gone on long enough, you have to stop this,” I tell him, and walk around him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall.

“No, this is how it is meant to be, so get a bag together,” he shouts, and I look out the window hoping maybe someone will look up at me.

“Ethan, you’re hurting me, please stop.” I’m trying hard to push him away from me, but he is a lot stronger than I thought he would be.

“Stop fighting me, Ashley. I can make you happy, and I won’t ever lie to you like Jackson did.”

Biting his hand, he lets go of my arm, and I try to run to the door, he catches my leg with his making me trip and hit my head on the dressing table. Ethan gets on top of me and I fight with him, but it’s not helping me, he is too heavy, and my head is bleeding. My eyes blur and dots start to flicker at the corners of my vision. Blackness envelopes me, the last thing I think is that I wish Jackson was here.