I Sat Trapped In The Wedding Car For One Whole Hour Chapter 08
Ethan stood outside until the sun started going down. No matter how many times he called my name, I never came out.
My parents had enough and called the police. The cops warned him that if he kept harassing me,
he’d be arrested.
Ethan said he didn’t care, but when his parents showed up right behind the officers, he shut down.
His parents dragged him home, sighing the whole way. “If she doesn’t want to get back together, why are you so set on her?”
“You got fired and you won’t even look for a new job. You just lock yourself at home and drink, or camp outside Hazel’s house. You’ve made this whole family look like fools!”
His father stared at him, disgusted and exhausted. Waiting for him to snap out of it. But Ethan
barely seemed to hear. He didn’t even remember getting home.
He pushed his bedroom door open in a daze. A familiar perfume hit him. The one I used to wear.
Ethan’s expression froze. He looked down at the suitcase on the floor and the clothes thrown across
the bed.
“Ethan, you’re back.” Savannah walked out of the bathroom in her pajamas.
Ethan snapped back to reality. He remembered every question I’d just asked. His face went cold and
he moved to throw her out.
“Who told you to come here? Get out!”
Savannah stubbornly refused to leave. “Your parents told me I could.”
Right on cue, his mother walked in to explain. “Yes, yes, I’m the one who asked her to come.”
She shielded Savannah and looked at Ethan with a pained expression. “Look at you. You’ve wasted
away. I asked Savannah to come take care of you. Can you just let your father and me have some peace of mind?”
But Ethan gave them no room to argue. He grabbed the clothes off the bed, shoved them into the
suitcase, and hurled it out the door.
“I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
His mother’s chest heaved with fury. “Then at least have some pity on her and let her stay for a while!” She patted Savannah’s hand reassuringly. “The pipes in her apartment still aren’t fixed.
It’s unlivable. As a friend, you shouldn’t let her have nowhere to go.”
And that was it. The mention of the pipes set him off like a bomb.
He raised his voice and pointed a shaking finger right at Savannah’s face. “That crappy apartment of yours has ‘burst pipes’ twenty times a year. Every single time on an important day. Hazel’s birthday. Our dates. And this time, the night before our wedding. You did it on purpose, didn’t you!”
