“Stop!” I yelled but he was stronger than me and he just entered my house and closed the door.

He held my arm and pulled me along towards the couch and sat himself down on the love-seat

“What are you looking at, huh? Look at me.” he said as I was looking around the room to see if ‘it’ was still there.

Either I'm being paranoid or there's really something in my house. Why the hell did he pull me in here again?!

“I said look at me.” he held my chin firmly and turned my face towards him.

“What do you want from me?” I asked while my chin was still between his cold hands.

“You saw me hitting Ethan that day, right?” he asked.

“I didn’t.” I said.

“That’s more like it. Always answer this way.” He smiled and let go off me,” If you tell anyone about what you saw, I will ruin this pretty face of yours.” He stood up,” No one’s home?”

“I- I’m heading out so will you please leave?” I stood up.

“How impolite.” He paused,” You're hot, by the way."

“Just get out.” I said.

He walked out and I followed closely. I locked the door and walked to a nearby park while he left in his black BMW.

Why does he want me to hide about him hitting Ethan? It's not like i was going to tell anyone anyway but why is he being like this when his brother just... committed suicide?

I called Stace and told her to come to the park and not my house. I needed to empty my mind to her since she was the only one I could tell, without getting thrown into mental asylum.