He Drugged Me And Let Her Cut My Hair Chapter 04

He Drugged Me And Let Her Cut My Hair Chapter 04

There were people acting onstage. 

There was noise and laughter from the audience 

below. 

But in my world, there was only silence. 

He had still done it. 

I sat there pale and motionless, staring at the boy I had grown up with, the boy who had once been my whole world. 

My heart felt hollow, as if a cold draft were 

blowing through the empty ribs of a ruin. 

The performance was a huge success. 

Sabrina stood onstage smiling like she was in 

bloom. 

Ethan, though, looked distracted. His eyes kept 

sweeping across the crowd as if he were 

searching for something. 

I had already left school. 

Clara:[Where are you?] 

Clara:[It was just a performance. Everyone was 

messing around before graduation. Don’t be so 

sensitive.] 

Clara:[Pick up. We need to talk.] 

Clara:[Clara Whitmore, answer your phone.] 

None of his messages received a reply. 

For the first time, Ethan panicked. 

He went to the faculty office to ask about my 

interview results. When he heard that my 

admission was basically guaranteed, he relaxed a 

little. 

After finals, he had done well too, and the 

messages he sent me changed in tone. 

Ethan: [Once school starts, we’ll be at Stanton 

together. Everything will be fine then.] 

Ethan:[I bookmarked all the best spots in the city. I’ll take you to the most famous food street. They have those crepes you like.] 

Ethan:[Clara, let’s date.] 

Every message disappeared into silence. 

Ethan felt uneasy, but he still believed that once 

September came and school started, everything 

would go back to normal. He figured he had four 

years of college to pacify a sulky girl. 

At last, September first arrived. 

Stanton University’s campus buzzed with 

incoming freshmen. 

The second Ethan finished settling into his dorm, 

he ran to wait outside Hawthorne Hall. His face 

was full of anticipation, with just a trace of nerves 

he couldn’t quite hide. 

The phone rang a few times. 

Then it connected. 

“Hey, Clara? Where are you? Come downstairs. 

Let’s go get something to eat.” 

He tried to sound relaxed, easy, familiar. 

“It’s been forever and you still didn’t come find me. 

But I’m willing to be nice and let it go.” 

The line stayed quiet. 

Then, after a moment, my voice came through. 

Soft, but perfectly clear. 

“I didn’t enroll at Stanton.” 

He froze. 

“…What?” 

“I’m at Redwood State.” 

The sun was blazing overhead. 

And suddenly, Ethan felt the whole world tilt 

beneath his feet.