Running into the Fire

Chapter 16 : Leaving

Janie walked into the house to see if Ava needed anything else.

“Ava?” she called, glancing toward the hallway.

No answer.

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Janie frowned slightly, stepping further inside.

“She probably stepped out,” she muttered under her breath.

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She moved toward the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

Waited.

Listened.

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Nothing.

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The front door opened behind her.

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Janie turned.

Ethan stepped inside.

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She blinked. “Hey—”

Something in his expression stopped her.

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“What?” she asked.

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Ethan didn’t waste time.

“She’s gone.”

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Janie went still.

“What do you mean?”

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“She left.”

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A beat passed.

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“What do you know about her?” he asked.

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Janie hesitated.

Then answered anyway.

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“Not much,” she admitted. “She keeps things close.”

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Ethan didn’t look away.

“Anything.”

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Janie exhaled slowly.

“She just bought a phone. Prepaid.”

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Ethan’s jaw tightened slightly.

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“And she watches everything,” Janie added. “Exits, doors, sounds. Like she’s waiting for something to go wrong.”

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Ethan went still.

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Janie studied him.

“You think she’s in trouble?”

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A pause.

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“Yeah,” he said.

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The word landed heavy.

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“What are you going to do?” Janie asked.

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Ethan was already turning toward the door.

“I’m going to find out.”

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He didn’t wait.

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The drive to the motel felt long.

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Ethan pulled in and cut the engine.

Everything looked normal.

Too normal.

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He stepped out and walked straight to her door.

Knocked once.

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No answer.

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Knocked again.

Harder.

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“Ava.”

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Silence.

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Ethan didn’t move.

His eyes stayed on the bottom edge of the door.

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A shadow shifted.

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He exhaled slowly.

“I know you’re in there.”

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Nothing.

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“I can see your shadow.”

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A pause.

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Then—

movement.

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Slow.

Careful.

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The door cracked open.

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Ava looked out at him.

Eyes red.

Wide.

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She froze.

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For a second, it looked like she might shut the door.

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Ethan didn’t move.

“Please let me inside.”

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A pause.

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Then—

she opened it.

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Ethan stepped inside.

And saw it immediately.

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Her bags.

Packed.

Sitting on the bed.

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His jaw tightened.

“You leaving?”

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Ava didn’t answer.

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He stepped closer.

“What are you running from?”

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That did it.

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Her composure broke.

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She turned away, covering her mouth as a sob slipped out.

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Ethan moved without thinking—

closing the distance, reaching for her—

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But the second his arms started to come around her—

she stiffened.

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Completely.

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Ethan froze.

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His chest tightened at the reaction.

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He stepped back immediately.

Hands dropping.

Giving her space.

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Ava shook her head, still crying.

“It’s not—”

She couldn’t finish.

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Ethan stayed where he was.

Careful now.

Measured.

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“What are you running from?” he asked again, quieter this time.

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Ava didn’t answer.

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Her breathing was uneven.

Her shoulders still tight.

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Ethan watched her for a second—

then softened.

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“Please,” he said quietly. “Let me help you.”

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Ava pulled in a shaky breath.

Then another.

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Her hands trembled slightly as she tried to steady herself.

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Ethan didn’t interrupt.

Didn’t move.

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Just waited.

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Ava swallowed hard.

Forced her breathing to slow.

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“My boyfriend,” she said finally, her voice uneven but clearer than before. “Adrian.”

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She lifted her eyes to his.

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Ethan’s gaze met hers—piercing, sharp in a way that made it impossible to look away.

And yet—

there was something else there.

Something softer.

Steady.

Grounded.

Safe.

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“That’s who I’m running from.”

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The words settled between them.

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Ethan didn’t react outwardly.

But in his mind—

he repeated the name.

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Adrian.

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It hit harder than it should have.

A surge of anger rose fast and hot, sharper than anything he expected.

He didn’t know the man.

Didn’t know the full story yet.

And still—

he had never felt that kind of rage for someone he’d never met.

Especially not for a girl he barely knew.

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His jaw tightened slightly.

But when he spoke—

his voice stayed calm.

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“What did he do?”

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Ava let out a breath that shook.

“He hurt me,” she said, her voice barely steady. “And I left. And if he finds me—”

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She stopped.

Her throat tightening.

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“It wasn’t always like that,” she added quietly.

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Ethan didn’t interrupt.

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Ava stared at the floor.

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“He used to be…” she hesitated. “Kind. Gentle.”

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Her voice broke slightly.

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“He was patient. Careful with me. He listened.”

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She let out a small, humorless breath.

“I thought I was safe.”

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A pause.

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“I don’t know when it changed,” she admitted.

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Her hands tightened together.

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“It started small. Just… anger. Then control.”

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She swallowed hard.

“Then one night it wasn’t just words anymore.”

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A pause stretched between them.

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“After that,” she said quietly, “it got easier for him.”

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Ethan didn’t move.

Didn’t interrupt.

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Ava stared at the floor, her voice distant now.

“Before I knew it… I was making excuses.”

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She let out a shaky breath.

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“For bruises. For stitches. For scars.”

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Her fingers curled slightly.

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“I told people I was clumsy. That I fell. That I just… wasn’t paying attention.”

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A bitter edge slipped into her voice.

“I got good at it.”

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Ethan’s jaw tightened.

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Ava shook her head slightly.

“And he got smarter.”

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Her voice dropped.

“He stopped leaving marks where anyone could see.”

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Silence pressed in.

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Her shoulders tensed.

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“And then—”

She hesitated.

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“He started cutting me off.”

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Ethan’s gaze sharpened.

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“Friends first,” she said. “Then family.”

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Her voice hollowed slightly.

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“And eventually… there was no one left.”

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A pause.

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“Just him.”

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The words sat heavy between them.

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Ava lifted her eyes to Ethan again.

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“By the time I realized what it really was… I was already in it.”

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The words hung in the air.

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For a moment, Ava just stood there.

Breathing.

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Something inside her shifted.

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She hadn’t said that out loud before.

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And somehow—

it felt lighter.

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Ava swallowed.

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Her eyes lifted to Ethan again.

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He hadn’t moved.

Hadn’t interrupted.

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Just listened.

Steady.

Gentle.

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Her mind flashed back—

how he stepped toward her—

then stopped.

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Gave her space.

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No pressure.

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Just understanding.

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Ava’s chest tightened.

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Ethan cared.

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In a way that felt—

safe.

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Ava swallowed.

And realized—

she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt that way.

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Then the fear came back.

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“If he finds me,” she whispered, “he won’t just hit me next time.”

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Ethan went still.

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“He’ll kill me.”

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Silence filled the room.

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Ethan held her gaze.

Calm.

Steady.

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“He’s not going to find you,” he said.

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Ava blinked.

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“I have a place,” he continued. “Extra room. Security. Cameras.”

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Ava hesitated.

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“You’d be safe,” he added.

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“I barely know you.”

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Ethan nodded.

“I know.”

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That should’ve ended it.

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But it didn’t.

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Because something shifted.

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Not trust.

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But close enough to matter.

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“I don’t…” she started.

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“You don’t have to figure it all out,” he said. “Just don’t stay here.”

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Ava looked at her bags.

The door.

Him.

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Everything in her said run.

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But she was tired.

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And for the first time—

she didn’t feel like she had to.

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“Okay,” she said.

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Ethan nodded once.

“I’ll help you.”

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He picked up her bags.

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Ava followed him out.

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At the front desk, she checked out quickly.

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Outside, Ethan loaded her bags into the back of his jeep.

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Ava stood there for a second.

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Then she got in.

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The door shut.