“Ethan!” I called out in a jolted whisper,
quickly pulling my large bath towel more tightly
around me. “Baelynn, I’m so sorry, but I had to
see you.” He paused in the dark just
before coming in my room, noticing at that point
I was dressed in only a bath towel.
“Should I turn around, or?” he questioned,
gesturing towards my appearance.
“Oh, um…just a second…I mean yes, turn around
please, just for a moment. Wait, no, I’ll
just go to the bathroom…hold on, don’t go
anywhere!” I called out. I heard his
slight amused laugh as I closed the small
bathroom door behind me, taking in a soft
breath, my mind reeling with questions and
I grabbed my robe, tying it quickly around me,
still slightly wet from my bath but hardly
noticing at all. I opened the door with
cautious anticipation, unsure what to expect or
where he now would be. His gaze met mine
as he relaxed casually against a nearby wall.
He smiled as I stepped out and my eyes noticed
the fresh tattoo and broken sided handcuff
hanging bizarrely from his wrist. “Ethan…”
I began, my voice trailing off as I quickly
approached him, my hand gently caressing his
wrist where the hanging cold metal hung.
He looked into my eyes with a slightly shamed
hint of a smile to his mouth. “It’s worse
than it looks…well maybe not…but I didn’t kill
anyone or anything. I smiled, knowing him
all too well, not the least bit surprised by his
“I didn’t think you did, Ethan…gosh, you don’t
have any bullet holes hiding anywhere do you?” I
said, moving my hands quickly to pull away his
leather jacket. The smell of that leather
hide mixed with an unusual fragrance floated
over me as I did so, taking me back to our
hidden moments of the past.
His white T-shirt showed slight signs of blood
and I gasped. He gently took hold of my
arms in his. “I’m not shot, Baelynn…that’s
not my blood.” I moved my hair out of my
eyes, shaking my head in slight alarm. “My
goodness, what kind of trouble did you get
yourself in…broken handcuffs and some other
“I know, it must look really bad. Listen,
I don’t feel quite safe talking here.
Sneak down the balcony with me, Baelynn, let’s
go find that gazebo out by the lake.” I
shook my head again with an amused grin.
“Ethan, you’re lucky I’m a tom boy, that’s all I
can say right now.” I answered, making my way to
the balcony for our descent.
“Oh, hold on, let me get my jeans on, I can’t
hike that crazy balcony in this darn robe…that
would be a disaster.” He laughed and nodded,
watching me move quickly towards my closet and
then disappear once more behind the bathroom
doors. He sat down for a moment, waiting
several minutes for me as I adjusted my hair and
general appearance. Ethan sat patiently
waiting, his hand subconsciously wiping the
dried blood stains hanging brightly on his
shirt, as if in some effort to erase them,
shouting loudly the proof of his dark and