TW: Bullying
"What did you say?" I blinked as I dismounted Ethan's motorcycle. Maybe I had misheard him and he said something completely different.
"I said Paul didn't make it past the critical period," Ethan smiled. "He caught an infection and his organs just started shutting down one by one. The aggressive medical intervention wasn't enough."
I never had to worry about Paul again? He actually died! Is it bad that I felt nothing but relieved by this news? The daily beatings might stop and I didn't have to see him over at my house ever again! That's one worry gone, and he did it to himself.
"Nice smile."
"What?" I asked. "I'm not smiling."
"You're smiling," Ethan said. Was I? Maybe I'm taking the news a bit too well. "I can't believe it's because of another guy. I even made sure to get up early so I could be the first to tell you."
"Just asking but you didn't do anything to him did you?"
