Chapter 119: Chapter 119

I've been trying to connect with Ethan ever since I reached back home at 5 PM. Now it's almost 11 PM and he hasn't picked my call once. Also he hasn't seen or replied my messages.

His Mom called me asking what's wrong with him. She said he reached back home only at 7 PM, very gloomy and then directly went to his room telling her that he had dinner from outside. I told her he is just sad that we won't be able to see each other until vacation ends. Thank fully she kind of believed.

I don't know what to do now. What did I do for him to not answer my calls ? Is it my fault that we got switched ?

Okay, I also switched off my phone that day when I came to know the things. So maybe he will also answer my calls tomorrow. Maybe I should just give him some time to think and calm down.

I pull up my covers and turn to my side, closing my eyes. Ethan will sure call me tomorrow. He can't stay without talking to me for long. With that thought I try to sleep.

Morning, I wake up early and eagerly wait for Ethan's call. But he hasn't called me even when my Mom calls for breakfast. I take my phone downstairs, just in case he calls.

" Are you worried about something?", Dad asks me while having breakfast.

" No..", I shake my head.

" You were so disturbed in the car yesterday also.", he says. He came to pick me from airport and I was so worried and thinking about Ethan at that time.

" It's nothing. He just miss someone.", My Mom says smiling.

" Oh..yeah. So when are you inviting your boyfriend home ? When can we finally see him ?"

" Ahmm...maybe next weekend.", I say munching on my sandwich.

" Hmm..so we have to wait for a week ?", Mom pouts. I just nod and bring a smile on my face. I don't even know whether Ethan would want to come here anymore. Actually when I came to know the truths, I was eager to see his Mom and his sister and his house. But I doubt he would want to see my parents and my home.

Maybe he is unhappy to know his real parents aren't rich like his Mom. I'd have been so upset, if I was in his shoes. It's a shame, Dad and Mom didn't even have the capacity to save their child's life. And now I'm a bit afraid, Ethan has related his brain tumour with switching babies, just like how I related. Hope he didn't think so deeply. But even I don't know the actual truth regarding the switching.

After break fast I again go upstairs and waits for his call. Finally he calls me after 10 and I immediately pick the call.

" Hello Ethan..", I say placing the phone near my ear.

" Hello baby..", he responds. " I'm sorry, I put my phone on silent and fell asleep early. "

" It's okay. Are you o..okay ?", I ask, feeling relieved.

" Mmm..", he hums.

" Where were you y..yesterday until 7 ? Your Mom called me worried, you know ?", I ask.

" Your Mom, hmm..?", he chuckles bitterly.

" C'mon Ethan..I t..told you already.", I say and leave an inaudible sigh. I think he is jealous at the fact that I call her 'Mom' and she and Eve likes me very much.

" You know, I think you'd have been a better Son to my Mom. She always praises you and tells me to learn from you. She is actually so fascinated by you...", He trails off.

Just like I assumed. He is now jealous.

" C'mon Ethan..who would want s..someone like me ? And you know I think my parents will love you more than me..., if they happens to s..see you. ", I say.

" Michael, are you sure, they don't know that you are...", he pauses. I contemplate nervously about whether to ask him what he was about to say. I know what exactly he was going to ask and I don't want to answer to that question. But if I don't ask a ' What', he will get doubts. So I utter a quite ' What ?'

" Uhm...nevermind.", he says.

" Okay, did you have b..breakfast ?", I ask to change the topic.

" Uhm..yeah.", He hums.

" You had breakfast with your Mom ? D..did she ask you anything ?", I ask.

" She left early for office. I had breakfast later. And I'm now alone at home. Eve's vacation hasn't started yet.", he says.

" Oh..okay. ", I nod thinking about what to say next. Today I feel strangely difficult to talk to him. And this isn't the way we actually talk.

" Baby, I feel like my brain tumour has something to do with the switching.", he then says.

" Wh..what do you mean ?", I ask after a moment, trying to pretend clueless.

" I don't know. ", he leaves a heavy sigh. " I just feel shitty, Michael."

" Why do you have to f..feel shitty ?", I ask.

" I don't know. For everything...for taking your place, for...being born.", his voice breaks and I feel pain raising in my chest.

" Ethan...look..I'm actually really happy for g..getting switched. I can't even imagine how my l..life would have been if...if I grew up there. And you know, you are such a great guy. S..someone really talented. A good Son to your Mom. And a g..great football player. You are the best player of l..last match, right ? And you are so sweet. Why do you have to f..feel shitty ?", I ask. I only receive sobs in reply.

" Ethan, are you c..crying ?", I ask.

" I'll call you later, baby.", he says, choking up his sobs.

" Wait Ethan ! I love you."

But he hung up before I said that.

Soon I find myself crying into my pillow. Ethan is in so much pain right now. He wouldn't have to go through this shit if he didn't meet me. I couldn't even console him.

I call Ethan again twice, after lunch and now at 4 Pm. He is still so upset but I try my best to cheer him. However my efforts aren't really fruitful. Also he doesn't call me baby which really upsets me.

" Michael, am I so selfish if I don't want to ever let my Mom know ?", he suddenly asks out of the blue.

" No..you are not. Even I don't want to l..let my parents know.", I say.

" But I've a gut feeling that she will soon find out.", he says.

" How will she ? Sh..she won't unless you say. ", I tell him

" She will. You've actually got a lot of our family's traits. And she knows your brother looked like me. She has got enough clues already. She just need to know your birthday is on June 7." , he says.

" We won't let her know that.", I say sternly.

" But she will soon know, if we continue to date and you continue to meet her. Blood is thicker than water after all. ", he says, making me shocked.

" Wh..what do you mean, Ethan ?", I ask, my heart pounding hard against my chest.

" I- I didn't mean anything, Michael. I just don't want my Mom to know.", He says, his voice nervous.

" Are you...are you asking me for b..break up ?", I ask, feeling tears stating to pool in my eyes.

" No baby. Do you think I can suddenly break up with you? ", he asks in panic.

" What do you m..mean ? You want a s..slow break up ?", a sob escapes my mouth. I thought he loved me and he would never leave me. I was only this much for him ?

" Hey baby..no..I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I got the words wrong. I love you. I just....I was just being selfish. I'm sorry."

" You don't need to be s..sorry Ethan. I understood, h..how much important I'm for you, yesterday. If you want to b..break up with me, you can. I don't have any p..problem."

" Baby...", he utters as if in shock.

I continue whilst trying to control my sobs. " And Ethan, I- I don't want your Mom or Sister or your m..money or anything. I'm satisfied with what I h..have. You don't need to worry I'll s..snatch anything from you. I won't even c..come...in front of your Mom again, if that's what you w..want. I promise, I won't become a p..problem in your life. Bye..", without waiting for a reply, I hang up the call and break out into tears.

Ethan was just lying every time when he said he loves me so much. I was foolish to believe him . He doesn't love me even 1 % of how much he loves his Mom and sister. I'm the one who loved him too much.

I'm actually nothing to Ethan.

Feeling angry and upset, I throw my phone aiming my bed. But my vision was too much blurry and I soon realize I lost my aim as I hear a loud crack. My phone is lying on the floor with the back cover open and battery at least a meter away.

In shock, I go and pick the different parts of the phone from the floor. The display has completely broken into a million pieces, just like the condition of my heart now. Looking at it, I can say without doubt, I can't use it again.

It was a new phone. I had brought it only last year. And it didn't even have a scratch until now. How am I showing this to Dad ?

I break out into more tears, dropping the phone back on the floor.

I hate you Ethan ! You are so mean and selfish !

I feel my heart burst out of my chest as I sit there on my heels letting tears cascade down my cheeks.