007 Frightened

Lana

“What the hell do you want?” I asked with a frown.

I never expected to see Ethan ever again. Hell, I didn't think he would come to my house. He had always avoided coming to my home to see me because of the paparazzi.

“Lana, we need to talk,” Ethan started and tried to walk into the house, but I didn't let him.

“Whatever you want to say, say it outside,” I replied, and Ethan sighed.

“I don't want anyone seeing me here, Lana,” he explained, and that only added to my anger. I hate it when he does this. He acts like I am someone he is ashamed of.

“Then leave. We're over, Ethan. You're engaged, for fuçk sake,” I retorted, and he sighed.

“I know you're mad at me, but I didn't have a choice. My engagement to Hannah is just business,” Ethan tried to reason.

“I don't give a shît, Ethan. I'm over you already. Stay away from me,” I said and tried to slam the door, but he held it with his hand, making me glare at him hard.

“Throughout our entire four years of relationship, you never let me touch you even once, and you really expect me to be faithful?” Ethan spat, and my frown deepened.

He looked angry, like a completely different Ethan from the person I knew and dated. What on earth could have gotten into him?

It is true that we didn't have sex or get intimate whatsoever, but that was partially his fault. We hardly even got time to talk to each other or go on dates.

“The audacity,” I scoffed at him. “You're angry because I didn't let you touch me? Go back to your fiancée and leave me the fuçk alone,” I told him, but he didn’t budge. In fact, he tried to force his way into the house, and my heart leaped.

His face was different—completely different. He looked like he would really hurt me, and it's just so surprising because he was the one who betrayed me.

Ethan forced his way into the house, and I stepped backward fast as he came closer, my heart racing and my fingers trembling.

What is he trying to do? Don't tell me I am about to get raped by my ex-boyfriend.

Ethan pounced on me, and I tried to push him away, but he was too strong—stronger than me. I could feel tears stinging my eyes.

Before I could process anything, I heard a loud noise, and Ethan stiffened before falling to the ground.

Beatrice came into view, her face filled with horror and anger. She was holding a mop.

“Are you okay, Lana?” my sister asked worriedly, and the tears in my eyes fell free. I nodded repeatedly, and she sighed in relief.

Our eyes went to an unconscious Ethan on my living room floor, and I really wanted to kick the hell out of this guy till he bled.

What got into him? I really couldn't wrap my head around his behavior.

“Is he alive?” I asked Beatrice. As much as I want to beat him to a pulp, I really don't want my sister and me to go to prison for murdering Ethan.

Beatrice squatted beside Ethan and checked if he was still breathing. “Unfortunately, yes,” she replied, and I sighed in relief.

“What are we going to do?” I asked.

“We will bundle him and throw him somewhere. He is an asshole,” Beatrice answered.

“We can't be seen carrying him anywhere, Beatrice,” I said with a frown. Our neighbors would definitely ask questions.

“That's why we will do it now. Everyone is at work. It's quiet now. We can dump him somewhere,” Beatrice replied, trying to lift him, and I joined her.

We managed to carry him out of the building. I never thought I would be so glad about how quiet this area normally is.

As Beatrice said, we dumped him somewhere away from my apartment building, and we walked back home.

“Why are you home this early?” I asked her, trying to get my mind off everything that has happened today.

“I felt a little sick, so I came back,” Beatrice replied and bit her lips, indicating she's lying.

I don't know if she noticed, but she always bites her lips anytime she lies, but I didn’t pressure her. I guess I wasn't the only one who had a bad day today.

I honestly just hope she's okay. She has been very secretive lately.