***Two weeks later***
Ethan
Doris had already packed our bags and the guards were taking them in the car. Dad and I stood at the entrance, having another look at what had been our home, for me since birth for him since he went pro in football. We were going to miss it dearly, for a few days maybe months but we were also going to the safest place we could be, both emotionally and physically. The summer holidays were upon us, time to hang out and party with friends and it was also my window of opportunity to find out what was next in our illicit relationship. We were in talking terms, nothing fun so far but it was all good, Peter was not snooping around her not that I was worried about him. I had learned to let things flow, not to be in control at all times and worry about what I can contr
