Chapter 5: Chapter 5

I rushed down the stairs, not minding if I was stripped. I did my best to dodge the broken pieces of glasses from the chandelier and then proceeded to Ethan's side. I winced when I saw the broken glasses on his back. Good thing it didn't bury down on his flesh, but this is still very alarming.

"Ethan!" I yelled his name and then took his arm. I tried to drag him away, but the chandelier was too fucking heavy for me to get him out of there. I looked around the area, looking for something that could help me. I noticed a broom and leaning materials that were on the floor. He must have been cleaning the mansion when this accident happened.

A tear streamed down my cheeks, and my heart was pounding crazy since I couldn't find something that could help me get him out of that chandelier above him. Bobby barked beside me, wanting to help, but I stopped him using my foot.

"There are broken glasses, Bobby! You need to stay here and let me do the work." I told him, and he understood it immediately. Bobby sat on his spot, looking at us while his tongue was playing out. I sighed, then darted in Ethan's direction, thinking of a plan.

The chandelier was enormous and could kill anyone with its heavy metals. Ethan's blood was bestrewn on the floor. I traced it with my eyes and saw it was coming from his head. It must have hit his head first before he lost consciousness. I looked up from the ceiling to see the angle of the chandelier where it was hanging before.

Ethan could have sensed it, but it's a shocker he couldn't dodge it this time. He should have heard the cracks since  I saw some breaks on the ceiling. I shook my head and then focused on Ethan, still lying on the rough hard ground. I tip-toed and then tried to push the chandelier away from his body.

"Come on, Ethan! Please! Wake up!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to wake him up. But no bail. He's still insensible. I closed my eyes and did my best to drag out the chandelier. However, I lost my balance since I was tip-toeing, so I stepped on the broken glasses, causing a bleed on my flesh.

I inhaled and tried to step onto the ground with no shattered glasses. I breathed in and out, then drove myself to get it out of Ethan with just only my hands. It was discomfiting since I was naked and still wet coming out of the shower. Luckily, I managed to get Ethan out of there then I scooped some broken glasses away to give him space.

"Ethan!" I kneeled on his side and then tapped his cheeks continuously. I touched his pulse and was glad that it was still beating.

I stood up, holding his hand, and wrapped it over my shoulder. I grunted since he was heavy, but I shook it off away. Bobby tried to help us by biting Ethan's pants and helping with his plump body. Oh god, this man is towering over me, and so I can't manage to drag him to the room. So I had no other choice but to stop in the middle of the red carpet and then give him personal space.

"Ethan." I shake his shoulder, and I notice his eyes move even if they are still close. It gave me hope he's gaining consciousness. I held his hand and then kissed the back of it. I anticipated for him to wake up completely. When I saw his eyes moving around the area, I heaved a sigh of relief and then hugged him. My breast is pressed on his neck.

"I'm glad you're awake." I kissed his cheeks. I felt him fidgeting below me, trying to breathe. I step away, looking at his face. Ethan was blinking, trying to recollect what had happened. He doesn't look hurt at all, but I can see the discomfort in his eyes.

"W-what happened..." he muttered, and then he tried to get up but stopped when he saw my breast. I covered it with my palm and let him rest on the floor.

"Stay there. I will find something in the kitchen to help you with your injuries. You were unconscious for minutes after the chandelier fell on your head. I will be right back, love. Rest there and do not move a muscle."

Ethan was about to protest, but I stood up and then rushed to the whole ground floor to look for something to help. Bobby was following me behind. When I stopped in my tracks after getting to the kitchen, I looked at the wall compartments. I cursed under my breath when I saw nothing.

I rushed towards it, finding some bandages and scissors. I sighed in relief when I saw one and then looked for a towel and basin. After gathering all of the things I needed, I went back to Ethan's place to see him staring at the ceiling. His face was no evidence of expression. He was staring blankly out of nowhere, thinking of something probably about the incident.

"Ethan," I called his name, trying to catch his attention, but he didn't move. He continued what he was doing. It must have been startling to his perspective. He still couldn't grasp the reality. I kneeled to his side, and then I started cleaning his wounds. He was quiet the whole minute when he suddenly grabbed my hand, making me startle.

"Natasha," he said my name, but I sensed something was bothering him from the tone of his voice. I blinked, then leaned my head, ready to listen to whatever he will say.

"Yes?"

I noticed the lump in his throat rose up and down, seeking his courage to speak. He gradually looked at my face, and his eyes were telling me millions of words but only a few words he said.

"I saw something."

My body froze, looking directly at his eyes speaking to me. I bit my inner cheeks, anticipating his following words. However, he didn’t talk too much after that. Even after staying on the floor for hours, he didn’t flinch nor move a muscle. I was worried sick since he was not acting normally. The Ethan I know would let me know what’s running inside his mind. I shivered when I felt the cold blew of wind brush on my skin, and this time, Ethan sat up on the floor and then traveled his hands on my legs.

“Let’s get you covered up. I washed our clothes with the bag I was carrying. I think they are dry now,” Ethan mumbled, then slowly carried me, even though he was the one who was injured here. I wanted to protest, but I didn’t know how to strike a conversation. Something is wrong. I can sense it.

“Ethan-”

“I’m sorry.”

My brows knitted in confusedness. I couldn’t understand what Ethan wanted to refer to. When I followed his gaze, I realized he was looking down at my swollen breast. I didn’t cover them up since Ethan already saw them, but it still makes my cheeks blush in embarrassment. I thought he was talking about something else. It was just my love marks he planted on my skin.

He stopped in his tracks, and I noticed we were outside the house but in the backyard. I darted my eyes around the area and saw some of how our clothes hanging on the clothesline. Ethan grabbed one of my dresses and helped me sit on the wooden chair placed on the porch. It was kind of awkward since none of us said a word. He suddenly looked away when he successfully put the clothes on my body. He then stared at the backyard, which was full of tall grasses.

I watched him closely, waiting for him to say anything. The wind stroke off his hair, giving him that mysterious effect of the main character taking a break from all of the chaos in this world. I glanced down at his hand, and suddenly, I grabbed it tightly. Ethan froze, then peeked at my face. His eyes are observing and asking what I wanted to say.

I sighed, seeking up my courage before finally asking him.

“What did you see?”

A sudden stroke of winds brushes on our flesh. My hair went in different angles, and my dress was blown away. I stroke his hands using my thumb, encouraging him to tell me everything he knows. We only got each other’s back this time.

I sense the fear in his eyes, contemplating to vividly tell me what he knows. His pupils dilated, and he was about to escape again when I stopped him.

“Ethan, you can trust me. Whatever it is, you can trust it to me.” I mumbled, then slowly touched his cheeks, caressing them delicately in my palms. Ethan closes his eyes, resting his face on my hand as if it was his pleasance zone. I just hope that whatever he tells me will not trouble his thoughts.

He slowly sank down to my side, scooping closer. I embrace him by resting my head on his shoulder and then whispering soothing words that would boost him. After a minute of thinking, he finally spoke.

“I-I..don’t want to scare you or anything, Natasha-”

“Go on, please I can take it.” I squeeze his hands, giving him the cue. I heard him let out a heavy sigh and then continue.

“Earlier, I was cleaning the whole house when I suddenly saw a vision in my head. It’s not that evident to me. I thought it was just part of my dream that I suddenly remember, but my head hurt so much…then suddenly I felt like…” he stopped mid-air, and I noticed he was clenching his fist. I held both of his cheeks and then made him look my way. His face reflected in my eyes. Ethan suddenly cooled down, and the tension in his shoulders relaxed. He breathed in, then spoke.

“I felt like I belonged there.”

“Belong where?”

He clicked his tongue and then looked at nowhere, reminiscing what he had visioned.

“In the pack.”