Chapter 120: Chapter 120

" ETHAN ! "

I flinch open my eyes, screaming. I pant hard looking around in terror, sweat beads running down my forehead. It's really dark around and I can barely see a wall in front of me in the dim light coming from my left. But soon I realize the source of the light is actually my night lamp and I'm nowhere else but in my room on my bed.

So It was...it was just a dream.

I quickly reach my shivering fingers to the switch board and turn on the lights. I place my hand on my chest, trying to control my breathing. The sound of glass breaking into pieces still echoes in my head along with the sight of thick blood running down his forehead.

Ethan was driving his car, drunk and blabbering ' He has no one'. Suddenly a truck barged out of the darkness and struck into him, his head flew forward whacking the windshield, glass crashing all over his face and blood spraying everywhere.

Why does it feel so real ? No ! It's just a nightmare. Nothing would happen to Ethan. He is now safe at his home.

I tilt my head and look at the clock. It's almost 3 Am. I called him last at 4 Pm yesterday. I told him he can break up with me and ended the call without waiting for a reply from him. I didn't call him after that.

God ! What the hell did I do ? He probably didn't mean what he said. He was already in pain. Instead of consoling him, what did I do ? What if he called me back a lot of times ? What if he at last took his car and went to some bar to drink. What if the dream I saw is real ? No ! I can't lose him too ! He should be safe.

In panic, I crawl out of my bed and barge towards the doors, my hands shivering violently as I clutch the door knob and pull it open. My legs wobbles as I rush down the stairs and barge towards the telephone sitting in a corner of the hall.

I pick up the receiver and place it near my ear before dialling Ethan's number whilst panting hard. I wait anxiously for him to pick my call as the bell rings. But the line gets cut after a moment, making me totally scared. I once again dial his number.

Ethan, C'mon please pick my call and tell me you are alright.

But the line again gets cut, causing me to break out into tears. I continue to try whilst telling myself Ethan is okay and he is just sleeping. But he doesn't pick my call even after I try seven times.

I should call his Mom ! What's his Mom's number. I try to recollect but I can only remember the first five digits. I at last place the receiver down and rushes towards my parents' room. But as I remember my Mom usually place her phone in the kitchen, I turn and scrambles to the kitchen.

Like I guessed her, phone is lying on the small table. I pick it up and rush out of the kitchen, storming up the stairs to my room.

With trembling hands, I pick my broken phone from my desk and starts quickly opening the back case with a safety pin that was lying on the desk. I had tried to fix it, evening. It doesn't work anymore. But I didn't tell my parents.

I quickly take out the sim card and then open Mom's phone case. Then I exchange the sim cards and switch the phone on. Good that Mom hasn't changed her pattern yet.

To my shock, the phone soon starts to vibrate and ring endlessly as a bunch of notifications hits it together. There are 46 missed calls from Ethan. Sure he might have texted me too.

I once more call in his number but the call directly goes to voice mail saying it's switched off. I immediately go to my contacts and call his Mom, placing the phone near my ear. I don't care what she thinks if I call her at 3 Am. I need to know Ethan is safe.

It's ringing but she also doesn't pick my call. I try once again, praying she pick this time. And she picks at the fourth ring.

" Hello Mom ! ", I quickly say

" Hello Michael, why you calling at this time ?", she asks sleepily.

" Ethan is there at h..home, right ?", I ask.

" Yeah..he is here. Any problem?", she asks confused. I leave a relieved sigh.

" No..nothing. I- I just saw a nightmare and I c..called him. But he isn't picking my calls. Th..that's why I called you. I'm s..sorry for ruining your sleep.", I say.

" It's okay Mickey. I can understand. You sound so worried. what nightmare did you see ?", She asks.

" Ahm...an accident.", I say.

" Oh...Don't worry. Ethan is fine here. He probably didn't hear his phone. When he is in deep sleep you know, he won't even know if an Earth quake occurs. I'll tell him to call you tomorrow."

" Okay..", I hum.

" And I need to talk to you too. I will call you tomorrow. Now go and sleep. Goodnight.", She says.

" Oh..okay. Goodnight.", I say and end the call. Probably she wants to ask me why Ethan is upset. I need to call him tomorrow and set things right before that. He sure don't want to break up with me. Or else he won't have called me 46 times. I just misunderstood things.

I crawl up on my bed and lie back looking up at the ceiling. Still I feel disturbed and the nightmare repeats in my mind. I've had these kind of nightmares for a long time after Alex's death. But now the person just changed to Ethan. I know it was Ethan itself. It was his car and he was saying he lost everyone.

A few minutes later, the phone rings on the table and I quickly rush to pick it, thinking it's Ethan. But my heart beat races up on seeing the caller ID. It's Ethan's Mom. I nervously answer the call.

" Michael, Ethan isn't here. His car too isn't here.", She panics from the other side of the line. I can't make myself to utter a word because of the heavy shock.

" Michael, what's wrong ? Ethan has never gone out at night without telling me. He was here until 11 when I went to bed and he didn't tell me anything. He was so upset today when I came back home. What happened? Did you both fight ?", She asks worriedly.

" N..no..w..we...", I give up myself to sobs.

" What's wrong, Michael ? Why are you crying ?", She asks.

" Mom...please enquire. I- I'm afraid. ", I sob as the nightmare repeats in my head.

" His phone is switched off. What will I do ?", She says worriedly. " Okay, Mickey, don't worry. He'll be fine. I'll call you.", she says and abruptly ends the call while I break out into loud sobs, my heart bursting out of my chest in fear. I can't lose my Ethan too.

It's all my fault. I won't live if something happens to him !

I collide down on the floor and cry out loud like how I cried and screamed on that day at the hospital when the doctor came out and said ' I'm Sorry. We could have saved him if he was brought here 10 minutes earlier.'

Suddenly the door breaks open and my Mom barges in followed by Dad.

" What's wrong Mickey ? What happened?", Mom screams rushing to me and crouching down on the floor beside me. I collide on her chest and sobs like a child, uttering Ethan's name.

" What happened? Did you break up with him ? Are you crying like this for that ?", Dad asks. I continue to sob and cry while my Mom pats on my back whispering 'It's Okay' when she doesn't even know why I'm crying.

" Tell me Mickey, what happened?", She asks when I finally calms down a bit.

" I- I dreamed E..Ethan getting hit by a t..truck.", I say pulling away from her, wiping my tears.

" Oh..it's okay...It's just a nightmare.", she says, rubbing my back.

"No...his phone is s..switched off now. I called his M..mom. He isn't at h..home. Sh..she don't know where he went. ", I say.

" Oh..! He probably went to some night party or something. He'll be enjoying there drinking or dancing. Stop crying boy. ", Dad says.

" No..he won't g..go to party.", I shake my head causing Dad to leave a sigh.

" He'll be safe Mickey. Nothing will happen to him. Stop worrying.", Mom says. I nod to her whilst rubbing my face with my both palm. But I can't stop worrying until I hear he is safe.

" C'mon..get up.", Mom says and gets up on her feet, pulling me up. She then makes me sit down on the edge of my bed. " Sleep now. Let's call him tomorrow. He'll be fine.", she assures me, sitting down beside me. I nod to her again.

Then suddenly the door bell rings downstairs. My eyes widen. Someone inside me says it's Ethan.

" Who is ringing door bell at this time ?", Dad asks more to himself whilst frowning.

Without waiting a second, I shoot up from the bed and rush out of the doors, running down the stairs.

" Hey Mickey ! Stop ! Where are you running ? ", I hear Mom shout from upstairs. Ignoring her, I rush to the doors and quickly take the locks before swiftly pulling the door open.

Ethan's dark figure is standing in front of me with a bag slung on his shoulder. " Ethan..! ", I cry and launch forward falling over his chest, breaking out into tears.

" Baby..", he utters in shock, wrapping his arms around me.

I hug him back tightly. " I'm so s..sorry, Ethan."

" What ? Then why didn't you pick my call ?", he utters confused. I just sob and say sorry in reply, hugging him more and more tightly.

" Baby..what's wrong ? Why are you crying ? I'm not breaking up with you. I'm sorry baby. I never even thought about breaking up with you. At that time, I don't know what happened to me. But I didn't mean we should break up. I didn't think you'd interpret it like that. And you ended the call without hearing me out. And why did you switch off your phone baby ?", he asks rubbing on my back.

" Did I w..worry you a lot, Ethan ?", I ask.

" Mmm..", he hums.

" I'm sorry.", I say and tilt my head, kissing his cheeks.

Right then the lights in the living room flashes on, followed by a scared shriek from my Mom.