UNTIL I MET HER

CHAPTER SIX

The next day, Mrs. Wendy announced the upcoming football match, and the students buzzed with excitement. Ethan scanned the room, searching for Bethany, but she was nowhere to be found. He spotted Megan leaving the hall and quickly followed her.
"Megan," he called out, catching up to her.
She turned, a questioning look on her face. "Yep?"
"Where's Bethany?" Ethan asked, his eyes narrowing.
Megan shrugged. "She said she isn't coming to the institution today. She's probably at home."
Ethan's gaze lingered on Megan before Seth appeared, wrapping his arm around her waist. "Hey, baby," Seth said, planting a kiss on Megan's cheek.
Seth approached Ethan, a hint of concern in his voice. "Ethan, what's up?"
Ethan's response was icy, his anger simmering just below the surface. "I'm cool. Where is she?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity.
Megan took a step back, her hands raised in a defensive gesture. "I'm sorry, Ethan, but I can't tell you that."
Ethan's hands shot out, grasping Megan's arms as if he could force the information out of her. Seth reacted swiftly, his voice firm. "Take your hands off my girl, Ethan."
Ethan's gaze locked onto Seth's, a challenge flashing between them. "I will, once she tells me where my girl is," he growled.
Megan intervened, her voice shrill. "Enough, okay? I'll forward her address to you."
Megan intervened again, "Ethan, she wants to be alone."
But Ethan cut her off, his jaw clenched. "We'll see how that works out for her."
With a final, scathing glance at Seth, Ethan turned and stormed off, leaving the institution and its drama behind.
Bethany descended the stairs, her long sleeve crop top revealing a hint of her breast, paired with a mini skirt that showed off her legs. Her dad, Will, looked up from his seat, his eyes scanning her outfit before softening with concern.
"Hey, kiddo. I wanted to make sure you're doing okay," he said, his voice gentle.
Bethany shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I'm fine, Dad. Don't worry about me."
Will nodded, though his eyes lingered on her. "Do you want me to pick up anything for you on my way home?"
Bethany shook her head, and Will headed out, getting into his limo. "Bye, Dad," she called out, watching as he smiled and closed the door.
Just as she turned to head back upstairs, a knock at the door made her pause. "Did he forget something?" she wondered, opening the door to reveal Liam standing on her porch.
"Liam, what are you doing here?" she asked, trying to hide her unease.
Liam pushed his way in, his eyes blazing with intensity. "What were you doing at Megan's party?" he demanded, his voice rising.
Bethany tried to brush him off, but Liam's grip on her wrist tightened. "Answer me, Bethany. Did anything happen between you and Ethan?"
As Liam's voice escalated, Bethany struggled to free herself, but he held fast, his fingers digging into her skin. "Liam, stop this!" she cried out, trying to break away.
Liam's grip on Bethany's wrist tightened as he demanded, "I'll ask one last time, what happened at Megan's party?"
Bethany winced in pain, pleading, "Liam, please, you're hurting me."
But Liam's anger only intensified, his voice shouting, "What happened?"
Just then, Ethan appeared, his voice calm and menacing. "I f****d her."
Liam's head snapped towards Ethan, releasing Bethany from his grasp. She took advantage of the distraction to step on Liam's foot, freeing herself.
Ethan's eyes blazed with fury as he confronted Liam. "I warned you, Liam. I told you I'd kill you if you came near her again."
Liam stood his ground, his jaw set. "She's my girlfriend. You can't stop me from wanting to be with her."
Ethan's fist clenched, ready to strike, but Bethany intervened, grasping his arm. "Don't, please," she begged, her voice trembling.
Ethan's gaze locked onto hers, his chest heaving with restrained anger. He took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Bethany's face.
Bethany turned to Liam, her voice firm. "Liam, leave. I don't want you here."
Liam's face darkened, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, then his expression twisted in a scowl as he turned and walked away. ,"This is far from over" Liam exclaims.
Ethan swiftly pulled Bethany into his arms, his eyes locked on Liam. "You'll know when it's the end."
With a final scowl, Liam stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Bethany trembled, her hands on her stomach.
Ethan's concern was evident as he asked, "Are you okay?"
But Bethany pushed him away, rushing to the restroom to vomit. Ethan followed, his voice gentle as he asked, "How long have you been throwing up?"
Bethany ignored him, washing her face before turning to him with a mix of anger and fear. "I've been throwing up ever since we had sex."
Ethan's smile grew as he gazed at Bethany. "I know you're enjoying this, but please, find someone else."
Ethan's smile was knowing, his eyes gleaming with possession. "That's never going to happen," he said, pulling her closer.
Bethany tried to leave, but Ethan swept her into his arms, carrying her into the tub. "Ethan, put me down!" she demanded.
Bethany tried to push him away, but Ethan's grip tightened. "Ethan look I’m sorry if I gave you a wrong view of things but yesterday was a mistake...I was in a tight spot, and you were the only one there."
Ethan's eyes gleamed with intensity. "Tight spot...Well, I guess you wouldn't mind us going another round, right here...we're in a tight spot, and I'm still the only one here with you."
Bethany struggled, but Ethan's hands held her fast. "Ethan, you can't just touch me anytime you want."
His smile grew, and he spun her around, pinning her hands to the wall. "Let me go, you're crazy!"
Ethan's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You wanna see me crazy?...Take those hands off the wall, and you'll wish you never called me crazy."
His hands moved down, grasping her shirt, and then her breasts. Bethany's painful moan filled the air as Ethan's fingers pressed into her skin.
Bethany's voice trembled as she begged, "Ethan, please."
Ethan's hand withdrew, only to grasp her face and pull her ear to his mouth. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine as he whispered, "Keep your mouth shut. If I hear one word from that pretty little mouth, I'll f**k it, and then I'll f**k you. Do you understand?"
Bethany nodded, her eyes wide with fear, as Ethan's hands slid into her shirt, his fingers pressing into her n*****s. A painful moan escaped her lips as he applied pressure.
Ethan's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Tell me the truth, baby girl. Do you think I'm crazy?"
Bethany remained silent as Ethan unzipped his trousers and exposed himself. He then lifted Bethany's skirt, causing her to protest, "Please, don't." Ethan glanced at her, and with a gesture of respect, he concealed himself back in his trousers.
Ethan's tone grew firm, "I won't say it twice, baby girl. Do you think I'm crazy?" He then touched her breast, prompting Bethany to admit, "Yes," as she shut her eyes. Ethan proceeded to explore further, sliding his hands into Bethany's panties, causing her to resist by attempting to close her legs. "Keep them open," Ethan insisted as he knelt down, parting Bethany's legs, revealing her panties. He began kissing her thigh, while Bethany hesitantly lowered her hands, meeting Ethan's gaze as he unzipped her skirt.
Ethan's voice hardened, "You think I'm crazy? I'll demonstrate what a crazy man does." In a fit of anger, he forcefully pulled down her skirt. Bethany, alarmed, turned and began to resist, but Ethan seized her wrist and managed to strip off her skirt, leaving her in only a crop top and red panties. Bethany's expression turned to a frown as she gazed at Ethan, who, after looking at her body, reminded her, "You called me crazy, remember?"
Bethany's voice was firm, "Stop pretending my words were unjust... just look at yourself... you're not in control." Ethan, in response, leaned over, resting his hand against the wall. He then proceeded to slip his hand into her panties, roughly inserting a finger.
Bethany's legs gave way, but Ethan caught her, his grip tightening around her waist. She let out a loud moan, "Ah..." as he held her upright. Ethan's expression darkened, his brow furrowed in a frown, and he slammed his finger deep into her p***y in a sudden burst of anger.
Bethany's loud moan filled the air, "Ah…Mmmm..." as Ethan's grip tightened. He frowned, slamming his finger in her. Bethany's moans turned to cries of pain as Ethan's slams grew faster and harder.. Bethany, in pain, let out another moan. Ethan's anger only intensified, ignoring Bethany's pleas. "You're hurting me...please, you're hurting me," she begged, struggling to catch her breath. But Ethan didn't relent, his actions rapid and unyielding. "Ethan you’re hurting me," he continued relentlessly. In a desperate attempt to steady herself, Bethany placed her hand on the shower, accidentally turning it on. Water cascaded down, soaking them both. The water made the floor slippery, and Bethany's legs trembled, making it hard for her to stand.
Bethany's hand touched Ethan's face, and he finally looked at her, his anger faltering. He reached out and switched off the shower, the sudden silence a stark contrast to the chaos that had just ensued.
"I'm sorry..." Bethany whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
Ethan's gaze softened, and he gently removed his finger from her. A sharp cry escapes her lips, Bethany's eyes rolled back, and she swayed, but Ethan caught her waist, holding her upright.
"f**k," Ethan muttered, his voice laced with concern.
Bethany took a deep breath, her body trembling. Ethan held her tight, his grip warm and gentle.
"I'm sorry," Bethany repeated, her voice barely audible.
She looked up at Ethan, then her gaze dropped, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Ethan's voice was laced with concern as he asked, "What's wrong?" His eyes scanned Bethany's face, searching for answers to the pain and distress etched on her features.
"Nothing," she whispered, when Ethan asked her what was wrong.
But Bethany's body told a different story. She faintly swayed, blacking out, and Ethan quickly caught her, sweeping her into his arms. He carried her out of the restroom and gently laid her on the bed.
Ethan removed his shirt, his muscles tensing as he lay down beside Bethany, his eyes fixed on her pale face.
Hours later, Bethany stirred, her hands instinctively reaching for Ethan's bare chest. As she opened her eyes, Ethan's concerned gaze met hers. "Hey, baby," he whispered, his voice soft.
Bethany hesitated, "Uhm," before removing her hands and sitting up. Ethan's eyes never left hers, "How are you feeling?" he asked, his tone gentle.
"I'm fine," Bethany replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan's gaze bore into hers, "I need you to look at me," he urged.
As Bethany turned to face him, Ethan's eyes locked onto hers, "I'm so f*****g sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with regret. Bethany's breath caught, "Ethan... Is this how you are?"
Ethan's face drew closer, his voice filled with conviction, "I won't hurt you again." Bethany's eyes searched his, seeking answers.
"Yes, that's how I am to people I care about," Ethan admitted, his gaze unwavering. "Why's it like that?" Bethany asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's eyes softened, "Come here," he whispered, his voice filled with longing. As Bethany stood and moved to sit on his legs, Ethan's hands instinctively went to her thighs.
"Why me?" Bethany asked, her eyes locked on his. Ethan's gaze burned with intensity, "Isn't it obvious? Queen, you're special... I want you, I've wanted you since I set my eyes on you."
Bethany's voice was barely above a whisper, "You really have to stop looking at me with those eyes." Ethan's response was laced with amusement, "Well, is it working?"
Bethany nodded, a smile spreading across her face. Ethan's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled back. She wrapped her hands around his neck, her fingers tracing the curve of his skin. Ethan's gaze roamed over her almost-naked form, his lips parting as he licked them.
"You're so f*****g perfect," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
Bethany's smile turned wry, "I'm sure you've told a thousand other girls that."
But Ethan's response was immediate. He grabbed her, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Bethany's hands instinctively went to his chest, her fingers splayed across his skin. As they kissed, Ethan's hands moved down, slipping into her panties.
As the kiss continued, Bethany's breath mingled with Ethan's. His hand wandered to the edges round her c**t, tracing circles around her sensitive skin. She broke away, gasping for air, and tried to look down, but Ethan's grip on her face held her gaze.
"I want you to look at me," he whispered, his eyes burning with intensity.
Ethan's finger slipped inside her, and Bethany's mouth opened in a silent moan. She grasped his hand, her eyes locked on his.
"Am I the first guy to do this to you?" Ethan asked, his voice low and husky.
Bethany's gaze never wavered. "Yes" she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ethan's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm the only one that has touched you down there, baby girl?"
Bethany's slow nod was all the confirmation Ethan needed. He stopped, his hand gentle, his eyes never leaving hers.
Bethany let out a heavy sigh, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why'd..."
Ethan cut her short, his tone gentle. "There's lots of time left, you should rest."
Bethany nodded, her eyes locked on his. She placed her hand on his chest, and Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. They gazed into each other's eyes until Bethany's eyelids finally drooped, and she fell asleep.
Ethan watched over her, his eyes never leaving her face. Suddenly, Bethany's grip on his hand tightened, and she shook. Ethan moved closer, his voice soothing. "I'm here, it's okay."
Bethany's eyes fluttered open, her voice low and worried. "My stomach hurts."
Ethan pulled her closer, his hands cradling her stomach. "It's okay, just breathe," he whispered.
Bethany took a deep breath, her grip on his hand tightening. "One more time, Queen," Ethan urged.
Bethany breathed in again, her body relaxing as the pain subsided. She turned, placing her hands on Ethan's chest, and he kissed her forehead.
"Thank you," Bethany whispered.
Ethan's eyes met hers, and he kissed her softly. Bethany's hand caressed his face as they continued kissing, her body moving closer to his chest.
Ethan's gaze met Bethany's, and she raised her head, their eyes locking in a tender moment. Ethan leaned in, his lips brushing against Bethany's, sending shivers down her spine. She placed her hand on his face, deepening the kiss, their bodies swaying closer.
As they broke apart for a moment, Ethan's eyes roamed over her. "Your body's perfect," he whispered, his voice husky.
Bethany playfully hit his chest, and Ethan licked his lips, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You're kinda handsome," Bethany teased.
Ethan chuckled, his ego inflated. "Kinda... everyone wants me."
Bethany's response was quick, her voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't."
Ethan's grin grew wider. "You don't? Your hands are on my chest."
Bethany's fingers flexed, as if to remove them, but Ethan's words stopped her. "Don't you f*****g dare."
Bethany's smile returned, her eyes sparkling. "You're really handsome..."
Her gaze drifted to Ethan's lips, and he caught the movement. "Did you just stare at my lips? It's gonna be the second time, baby."
Bethany's cheeks flushed, but she smiled. "I didn’t."
The banter continued, their connection palpable. Eventually, Ethan left in the afternoon, heading home, but Bethany's smile lingered, her heart still aglow from their encounter.