Ethan woke up. He yawned and turned to hold Charlotte but her part of the bed was empty. He groped around and confirmed that she wasn't there. He opened his eyes and looked at her side and looked at the clock it was past five A.M. Where had she gone to? He sat up in bed and sat for a while, looking around the room, she was nowhere around the room. He wiped his eyes and slid his legs into his slippers and stood from the bed.
He stretched himself and went towards the bathroom, he opened the door and looked inside, she wasn't there. He went over to the closet, her clothes were still there. Maybe she went to the kitchen, he resolved and sat back on the bed and stretched again. He needed to start his workout again, his muscles were always weak these days. He would just go ask Charlotte where he could get a gym here.
He stood up again and headed to the kitchen. He looked at Faith's door, this was the time she usually leaves when neither she nor Charlotte was awake. Even as he went to that kitchen, he kept wondering why Charlotte was up that early. He stopped in his tracks for a moment.
What if she wants to surprise him with breakfast in bed. He smiled and muttered. "And yet, she keeps telling me not to fall in love with her."
He tiptoed to the kitchen door and placed his ear to the door, but he didn't hear anything, he put his nose in the keyhole, but no aroma was coming from there, then he gently opened the kitchen door, just a little and peeped. He saw empty bottles on the counter and Faith sprawled on the floor. He became alarmed.
Did she drink all those bottles alone? She might die if she did. He opened the door wide and saw Charlotte sprawled behind the door, they were both snoring loudly. What have these girls done? He went over to the counter and took closer looks at the bottles, he dropped them and looked at the women who were sprawled on the floor and shook his head.
He stood there looking at them, his hands fisted on his waist. What happened? He thought they don't talk? Why did Charlotte get drunk with Faith? When Faith wakes up she would start blaming her for getting her drunk again. He bent over and carried Charlotte, she mumbled some inaudible things, she reeked of alcohol and he twisted his nose and carried her out of the kitchen to the room and lay her on the bed.
He went back when he was sure Charlotte was lying comfortably on the bed. He looked at Faith for a while. What is wrong with her life? He bent down and stroked her face. The memories of their makeout came to his head and he shut his eyes to blot out the memory from his head. He carried her and she burst into laughter and he almost dropped her, because he was startled. He had never seen her laugh like this when she was sober.
He carried her to her room and dropped her on her bed and covered her with a duvet. He sat there on impulse, looking at her beauti ful pale face.