Ethan Frome Chapter 1 Summary Novels & Stories

Still, I did all my best to show him how important he was to my life. God, I don’t know what will I do if ever Allen catches us, and he will be taken away from me. I closed my eyes and let myself residual. I waited for hours until Ethan returned, and I smelled a corking aroma that made my stomach grumble. I open my eyes to see Ethan standing at the end of the bed, looking my way. His eyes were gleaming, and he was screaming thousands of words to me. The sight of him made the demons inside my stomach chaotic. I caress my shoulder but flinch when I remember I had wounds.

All he had was his will to outlive, his assurance not to let this place crush him. The figure took a step closer, and the ground underneath Ethan's feet started to tear up. He moved up to the edge of the chasm, his heart beating. There was no place cleared out to run, no more traps to play. It was over. Just as the figure came towards him, a sudden burst of light filled the sky. Ethan tossed up his arm to shield his eyes, and when he looked once more, the figure was gone. The chasm was still there, the ground still disintegrating, but the figure had vanished as though it had never been there at all.

I owed him and whoever brought me here my life but it was all a bit strange and I would need some time getting used to it. "So where are you from?" He asked picking a tiny statue and twirling it in between his fingers trying to avoid my gaze. The throbbing subsided a bit as I pictured my humiliation clearly sending a pang in my chest. How was I supposed to answer that question? Clearly Rhys hated me and there was no way I would go back to him and my orphanage mom didn't care about me unless I was useful, I had no where and no one. "Hey hey you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, please stop crying" Ethan finally looked in my direction, a tear had slipped through my eye lids and

I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. “Open the gate!” I barked at my gatekeeper, and he quickly obeyed, fumbling with the lock in his rush to obey me. I stood there, watching him, as my pulse raced and my mind raced with questions. "Ah, at last, I'm home," a familiar voice slurred, and I turned to see Ethan stumble through the gate, swaying on his feet. He looked disheveled, his clothes in disarray and his eyes bloodshot. I could smell the alcohol on his breath, and it was clear he had been drinking heavily.

The strip of red tartan around my neck prevents any further trouble, at least. I eat as much as I can during lunch, so I do not have to stray downstairs after dark when the alcohol comes out and the bagpipe music starts playing. I ignore Isla’s comments, and Vladimir’s leers. And I spend the rest of my days reading, while the anger inside me grows thorns and shoots. Why has Ethan left me? Is he okay? On the third morning, I wake at dawn. The sun has not yet risen, and the air smells strangely like perfume and roses. I slept restlessly and dreamt of Wolves and wilderness and darkness.

“Great ,thank you Mr woods” I stood up slowly feeling humiliated and excited at the same time. I walked out the Declan’s feeling rather stupid. Yes! That’s the right word. STUPID! ***************************************** Ethan’s condominium I stretched into full lengths on my bed, feeling someone sleeping next to me. I definitely didn’t let any of the girls stay over,so who was this? I woke up with a start,examining the lady. “Seen a ghost? a soft voice inquired

They sat with that for a moment, and it was not awkward, it was the very specific opposite of awkward, it was the ease of two people who had already sat in the hardest silences together and found that this one, warm and ordinary and full of morning light, was no difficulty at all. Ethan thought: this is what it feels like when a thing that was waiting finally arrives. He did not say it. He did not need to. End of Chapter 41 ---