By the time they got to the house, Ethan was done with anxiety.
He hadn’t known why he didn’t think of talking to his mother sooner. Maybe, it was because he was extremely angry with her that he didn’t think straight when it came to anything relating to he.
“He calm” Dave ordered when they were standing by the door side.
Ethan hummed.
“I’m serious man” he said when he noticed that Ethan’s face didn’t change.
“I am okay” he snapped, “there are different things on my mind right now to worry about my mom opening her legs for some prick” he said hateful.
Immediately it left his mouth, he knew he wasn’t calm. He was far from calm.
Infact the closer they were to the house, the angrier he had become. And what made him angry was that he had to talk to someone he didn’t want talk to. Only b
