Sin City Legends MC Ethan

Chapter 3

“Bethany’s p.o.v."

I woke up the next morning to find I was once again alone. You’d think I’d be used to this by now, I haven’t had a full week with Ethan since we finished high school and he moved to Wisconsin over four years ago after joining the club. We did that whole “distant dating" thing, but it drove me crazy when I would talk to him none stop. But just as I was getting used to it, he’d just stop all contact for days, sometimes weeks, and even month’s.

Which would cause fights etc. Between us. Or we’d fight over something so little and not talk for months that it would almost cripple both of us. Because neither of us wanted to break, and apologize. But it was mostly always me that would say sorry first. I had a more forgiving nature than Ethan. It’s not easy when your other half isn’t there with you. Even more so when your other half is like looking into a mirror, your so much a like. At least that’s what I believed.

In truth, Ethan was my missing piece.

Yes, I’m one of those spiritual girlies. I have my Chakra stones, incense etc. “to cover my weed smell” I’m into my yoga and inner peace, my neighbors however are nosey as hell. Damn old lady needs to find a hobby I swear! She believes I’m a devil worshiper. Always trying to speak scripture to me. Boomers!! When Ethan, told me he was back permanently and wanted to try again.

I will admit my heart did jump into my throat, apart of me wanted it and the other didn’t. Cause God knows, I wouldn’t survive another break up like ours again. I truly believe it’d be the end of me, and I’d die of a broken heart. Just like a love bird can’t live without its mate.

You can only recover so many times from that in life, cause each time f***s with your head making you even more crazy than normal. But even more so that anytime Ethan would get hurt very badly, it was like the pain was my own.

I swear this had a great hand in me slowly losing it over the years. During our “long distance dating" what a joke. But my friends etc. all think I’m normal or their personal definition of it. I know, I’ve lost my mind I just hide it very well. I truly believe normal was just a setting on the dryer. Ethan was my ex, my ex best friend, my ex boyfriend, my ex sponsor… guhhh my ex something. f**k! My ex f**k up and here I was opening the door right back up to him. I had to be a whole another level of crazy.

At first I thought it was cause I missed the s*x right, Oh my God, all whatever this is now between us just reminded me how fabulous it was. It was addictive, f*****g bliss! If I was a guitar, he was the pick that plucked my strings.

No matter how many times we’d break up or get back together all those years. Seemed to be nothing now that he was infront of me. Within my touchable reach, his cologne was actually lingering in the air in the house now. When he’s been coming over, I swear he leaves more of his stuff here, like he’s slowly moving back in one item at a time for me. So I don’t panic? Plus I’m starting to find money being left under my favorite tea jar in the kitchen some mornings, like $100-$300 or would I maybe push him away!?, my mind just wasn’t playing tricks on me anymore.

When I turned around now he was actually there sometimes. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m slowly losing it more now than ever. I finally rolled over and sat up, the moment my feet hit the floor my 6am alarm clock went off. It was time to start the day, and to go help out at the clubhouse. For this year’s events.