Chapter 5
The drive home was tense. Barely a word was said as the sound of slow jazz played on the car's audio system.
Nathan gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his foot pressing down just a bit harder on the gas pedal. His patience had gone thin, and every time his eyes looked to the rearview mirror to look at an oncoming vehicle, he caught Lilly’s lingering gaze.
She was not even trying to hide it anymore.
Ethan sat calmly in the backseat, his expression unreadable. Sarah, meanwhile, had the biggest smile plastered on her face. She had caught on to everything, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Vanessa, oblivious to the silent events happening in the car, broke the silence. “That was a lovely dinner, wasn’t it?”
No one responded immediately.
Sarah leaned forward slightly. “Oh, it was fantastic,” she said, dragging out the word. “So many… interesting things happened.”
Ethan shot her a warning glance, but she just winked at him.
Nathan sighed, trying to ignore the tension, but then Vanessa’s voice cut through the air again, this time sharper.
“Nathan, what is that on your neck?”
The entire car went silent.
Ethan’s heart nearly stopped. He felt his stomach drop as his eyes darted to Nathan’s reflection in the mirror.
Sarah, of course, was the first to react. “Ooooh,” she teased, grinning. “Looks like someone had an eventful night.”
Nathan barley flinched. He glanced at Vanessa, his face perfectly composed. “It is just a rash, one of the things that made me have to go to the bathroom to check it out.” he said flatly.
Vanessa frowned. “It does not exactly look like…”
“It is a rash Vanessa,” Nathan repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Ethan exhaled quietly, relieved that Vanessa did not push further. But Sarah? She was having the time of her life. She turned to Ethan, her eyebrows wiggling playfully.
Ethan glared at her.
Meanwhile, Lilly was still watching Nathan. She had noticed the mark too, and now she was biting her lip, as if deep in thought. She really did not care about anyone else in the car at that point in time.
Nathan kept ignoring her.
He pressed down on the gas pedal again, speeding toward Lilly’s neighborhood. He could not wait to get her out of the car.
When they finally reached her house, Nathan barley waited for her to step out before saying, “Goodnight.” His tone was polite but distant, dismissing her completely.
Lilly hesitated for a second, her eyes searching his face. When she realized she was not getting anything more out of him, she finally stepped out and shut the door behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Nathan took a deep breath and exhaled.
Vanessa sighed contentedly. “Well, that was nice. She is a very nice girl.”
Nathan scoffed under his breath but said nothing.
Sarah leaned her head back against the seat. “So, Nathan,” she began mischievously, “what is with all the rush? Couldn’t wait to drop off the girl? Didn't even wait to make sure she walked into her home.”
Nathan did not answer.
Sarah laughed. “Jealous?”
Vanessa chuckled. “Oh, Sarah, stop disturbing him. I think it is sweet that Nathan cares about who Ethan dates.”
At that, Nathan finally spoke. “Actually,” he said, keeping his voice neutral, “I would like for Ethan to never see Lily again.”
The car fell silent again.
Ethan’s breath caught in his throat. He snapped his head toward Nathan, trying to read his mood. But Nathan was looking straight ahead, his grip still firm on the wheel.
Sarah let out a small, amused whistle. “Whoa. That was…. direct.”
Vanessa turned in her seat. “Nathan, that does not really seem like your decision to make.”
Nathan’s jaw tightened. “It’s final.”
Ethan blinked. “Wait, what? Why?”
Nathan finally glanced at him through the mirror. Their eyes met for a brief second, but the intensity in Nathan’s gaze sent a shiver down Ethan’s spine.
“I have my reasons,” Nathan said simply.
Sarah snorted. “What, like good reasons or just possessive reasons?”
Nathan looked at the back of the car, this time not from any mirrors, looking directly at Sarah before turning to focus on the road again. Sarah smiled brightly.
Ethan, however, was not amused. His hands clenched into fists. He was not upset about Lilly, not really, he did not even like her that much, but he was frustrated that Nathan did not even explain himself.
Vanessa sighed. “Nathan, you can’t just decide who Ethan is…”
“I do not want to negotiate what I said with anyone,” Nathan repeated, his tone leaving no room for discussion.
The rest of the drive was silent. Nathan turned up the music.
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When they finally arrived home, Ethan was the first to get out of the car. He did not say a word as he walked inside. Sarah followed close behind, she took a quick selfie, and Vanessa sighed before shaking her head and heading toward her bedroom.
Nathan stayed outside for a moment, staring up at the night sky.
Had he gone too far?
No.
He could not explain it to them, at least, not yet, but he knew he was right about Lilly. The way she had acted tonight had only confirmed it. She was not interested in Ethan. She was playing a game.
With a deep breath, Nathan finally stepped inside and headed to his room.
The next morning, Ethan stirred awake, feeling the warmth of another body beside him.
Nathan.
He blinked a few times, taking in the sight.
For a moment, he just stared, his chest tightening with emotions he could not quite put into words. He was surprised, yes, but okay with it.
Nathan’s eyes fluttered open, and when he saw Ethan watching him, he gave a small, tired smile. “Morning.”
Ethan hesitated. “Morning.”
Nathan stretched slightly before turning on his side to face him. “You are not mad about last night, are you?”
Ethan shook his head. “No. I don’t really care about Lilly.”
Nathan studied him. “Then what is on your mind?”
Ethan hesitated again.
Then, after a long pause, he took a deep breath and said,
“I have to tell you something.”
Nathan frowned slightl
y, his expression shifting into concern. “What is it?”
Ethan’s heart pounded in his chest.
He took another breath.
And then…..
The community center sat nestled between two aging brick buildings, its newly painted mural of outstretched hands and blooming flowers already marked by the spray of protest graffiti. But inside, the air pulsed with life. Youth of all shades, sizes, and stories filled the room, some laughing cautiously, others with stiff postures and guarded eyes. They were here for something they didn’t know they needed. And at the heart of it all stood Sarah and Isabelle.Sarah paced in front of the semicircle of foldable chairs, holding a clipboard and a spark that hadn’t glowed in her since the scandal broke. She wore a t-shirt that read You Are Not Broken in bold rainbow letters, and her eyes, though shadowed by exhaustion, brimmed with purpose.Isabelle sat at the back of the room with her laptop, managing logistics and answering the steady stream of texts and emails that never ceased since the announcement of the support group. Her fingers moved fast, but her gaze never strayed too far from Sar
The hotel was supposed to be a sanctuary. But the moment Ethan and Nathan stepped back into the public eye, it became a glass cage.Cameras lined the streets. Protesters and supporters alike had taken over the sidewalks. Some waved rainbow flags, others raised Bibles and signs that read "Shame" and "Abomination." The air was thick with tension, an old war reigniting in a new age.Nathan's grip on Ethan’s hand didn’t falter. Not once. They walked into the press conference like soldiers returning from a long, bloody campaign. The hotel ballroom was packed with journalists, activists, and political opportunists. Some faces were familiar, others wolf-like, hungry for something they could twist.Ethan’s heart pounded. He looked at Nathan beside him, the stoic protector who once lived behind shadows and crime. Now exposed. Vulnerable. But still unyielding.They sat. The cameras flashed.Ethan leaned into the mic. “My name is Ethan Blackwood. I’m twenty-one years old. I’m gay. I’m in love wi
The morning light bled slowly through the gauzy curtains, and Ethan found himself wide awake long before the alarm clock blinked 6:00 AM. He hadn’t really slept, not with the ache in his chest that still whispered of everything they’d lost and everything they’d barely survived.Nathan’s arm was draped around him loosely, protective even in sleep. His breath, warm and steady against Ethan’s shoulder, was a grounding rhythm in the chaos of Ethan’s thoughts.But today was different. Today was the memorial.They hadn’t held it earlier. Not when the media circus had devoured every corner of their lives. Not when the hospital visits had consumed them. And not when Ethan’s mental health had been so fragile, even thinking about closure had felt like trying to swim through glass.But now... now, they are ready.Sort of.Ethan untangled himself from Nathan carefully, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before slipping out of bed. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at the boy who had once hi
The Hearth – Two Days LaterThe silence in the room was too thick to ignore.Ethan sat at the long wooden table, hands clenched around a cup of untouched coffee. Across from him, Nathan paced like a caged animal. Isabelle, eyes sharp with worry, watched them both from the corner, her phone gripped tightly.The letter from Elijah lay between them like a loaded weapon.“What does he have on you, Nathan?” Isabelle finally asked, breaking the silence. “Whatever this file is, it’s got you acting like we’re already doomed.”Nathan exhaled, running both hands over his face.“It’s from before Ethan,” he said quietly. “Years ago. After my father died and I took over the company, I made some deals I shouldn’t have. With people I shouldn’t have trusted. To keep things afloat. To clean up the mess my father left behind.”Ethan’s voice cracked. “Illegal deals?”Nathan nodded. “Not just illegal. Dangerous. Dirty contracts. Off-record payments. A few tied to violence nothing proven, but enough to de
The rain came in soft drizzles that morning, tracing silver rivulets down the glass walls of the hospital atrium where Isabelle sat, fingers trembling around a lukewarm paper cup of coffee. The silence around her was too clean, too sterile, broken only by the occasional intercom call and distant rolling of gurney wheels. She hated hospitals. The last time she was in one, her mother had died. Now, she sat again in another antiseptic hall, this time for a different kind of reckoning.Sarah hadn't spoken to her since the interview.Lucas had moved back to Texas.And Vanessa who had once clung to her with broken sobs had cut her off completely.Isabelle had never known this kind of silence before.She took a breath, steadying her hands as she pulled out her phone. The screen glowed with a message from Ethan. A simple one: "If you're ready, come. You deserve your own ending, too."She stared at it for a long time.Ethan had every right to hate her. They all did. Her silence, her cowardice
The Hearth looked smaller than Ethan remembered.Five years had passed since he and Nathan had last stepped through the wide front doors not for a visit, not for a tour, but simply… to return. Not as leaders. Not as guardians.But as guests.Autumn leaves scattered across the porch, the same creaky step still groaning in protest beneath their shoes. The wind carried the scent of lavender, paint, and something sweet from the kitchen, maybe cinnamon bread.And yet, beneath it all…The house breathed the same way it always had.Alive. Listening.Inside, voices echoed through the walls.Laughter. Music. A slam of a cabinet. A playful shout.Then footsteps.Evan appeared in the hallway, taller, sharper around the edges, but with the same steady light in his eyes. His hoodie was too big, sleeves fraying at the cuffs, clipboard tucked beneath one arm.“Hey,” he said, trying not to smile too hard. “You’re late.”Nathan chuckled. “Traffic. And sentimentality.”Evan rolled his eyes, but his voi