Chapter 2He leaped, trying his best to run as fast as he could. He caught some sand and threw it in their direction, delaying them a little. As he detoured into a bushy path, his legs got caught up in a twig and he fell.“Arghh!”, He groaned, his already injured foot knocked once again against a stone. “You asshole! Thought you could run from us huh?”, one of them grabbed him up. The next thing he felt was a heavy punch to his jaw. Another one landed on his cheekbone and Ethan felt the blood gush up through his throat. He sputtered out.“C’mon boy. Control yourself Pickle Boy. We haven't even got started yet“They dragged him along the ground, pulling his body with the dirt, through the thorny, bushy path. The sharp thorns cut through his clothes and he was well tattered before they even threw him into the abandoned plant house.“Urghh!”, He groaned, holding his side cut by the thorns from the naked bushes they'd dragged him to. “We are just getting started, Pickle Boy”, the bigges

Chapter 4Mr. Trevor stared hard at Ethan as he took his phone to his ear.“Get your team up here at the administrative board room”“No.. no! I'm the victim. I am the victim!”, Ethan shouted, scattering the documents atop the table. His eyes were reddish and tears darkened them even more.“I'm the victim!”Ethan pulled down the large drawer mounted against the wall closest to the door in anger and rage.“I'm the victim!”“Security, get this boy out of here!”They held onto Ethan, taking him by the arms. “No! Let me go!”He struggled, kicking and pushing against their hard, strong grip. He shouted and struggled, even holding onto the door as they attempted to carry him out.“Let me go!”They soon loosened his grip on the door. Handcuffed, they shoved him into the school's security shuttle. Ethan breathed heavily as the bulky tears streamed down his eyes. The men monitored him as he cleared the apartment the school had built and awarded him personally. While at it, a knock came to the

Chapter 6He'd have knocked, perhaps they'd have had enough time.Perhaps.If the door wasn't already open. “Maddie?”, Ethan said softly, knowing what time it was. Madison's neighborhood was unusually quiet and they seemed to like to keep the peace. Once, he'd tickled Maddison so hard, she had almost laughed her head off. Her next door neighbor had come over the very next day to complain of how disturbing they were. That would have been a one off if they had been visited by two other neighbors on the same day, saying exactly the same thing.Weird, right?Ethan thought it was more than just weird. It was crazy. Ethan closed the door behind him, his mind switching back to why the door was open. Maddie never left her door open. At least as far as he knew.He looked into the kitchen, wanting to call on Maddie but deciding otherwise. Perhaps she was sleeping.Perhaps she was so tired, she had to take her clothes off in the living room. Perhaps her lingerie too.A red gown, matching ling

Chapter 8Ethan couldn't tell what was more fascinating - the array of designer clothes, neatly laundered or the intriguing technology of the closet. Short shelves against the wall contained shoes polished to perfection that is if they weren't brand new. To his right, the jewels were arranged on headless dummies and in glass cases, the watches even had a special light to give a glow from underneath them. In fact, Ethan was lost in another world until he heard the doorbell from the door again.“Shit!”He looked near the clothes section to see if he'd get any casual wear. Some light Polo V-necks hung on the other end and Ethan rushed to put one on. He took one boxer shorts out of the drawers and put that on as well. Hopping on one leg in his completely rugged walk-in closet, he came out of the room and the door closed behind him. He walked to the door, finally pulling on the shorts to his waistline and he picked the card from its cardholder attached to the wall.He pressed against the r

Chapter 10For a while, silence hovered and Ethan felt he was the only one who was feeling the tension. Apart from having a very high sense of impersonation. Ethan could feel the weight of unspoken words from his grandfather's mouth.Finally, his grandfather broke the ice.“I believe you are yet to explain your lateness, Ethan”Ethan hesitated, not even having the dandiest thing come to his mind. He was completely blank on what to say and he knew there was no way he wouldn't stammer if he opened his mouth. “I urr…”, Ethan began, swallowing hard.“Sit up straight and project your voice properly”Ethan closed his mouth and sat up.“We don't stutter in the Wayne family, I've warned you. Now answer the question.”Ethan took a moment before he opened his mouth again.“I didn't get up on time”“Your alarm goes off at 1 a.m, 3 a.m and 4 a.m. If you didn't get up at all between these times, that means you didn't study. I believe you have a test today, am I correct?”“Yes sir”, Ethan answered