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These Four Walls

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Ethan ran a hand through his hair and the smirk grew into a cocky grin, "Care to tell me why you're on my porch?"


He was obviously high. The whole neighbourhood knew there wasn't a time when Ethan was not high. He was a disappointment to the whole town, and he didn't care. Something else the town also knew was that Ethan was the leader of a street gang, but they had no idea who else was in it.


He looked Evie up and down and raised his eyebrows, "Sam's little sister, aren't ya?"
 
"I'm honoured that you recognize me even when you're high", she said with sarcasm but felt a bit of uneasiness.


Now what? Should she stay here and talk about Sam or should she go inside when he invites her in. Will he invite her in?
 
"A'right, but you still haven't told me why you're here, little girl." He said, raising his eyebrows as he spoke. "I ain't just gonna invite you inside when I don't even know why exactly you're here." He pointed out, and a smug expression settled on his face. "But if you're lookin' for Sam, he ain't here. He was here yesterday though. Gettin' high."
 
Evie glared at him. "Actually, he's the reason I came here", she gritted out, pushing past Ethan and getting into his house.


The house looked as old on the inside as it did on the outside. It had a vague homely feeling to it but it didn't make Evie even a bit comforted. Noises were coming from the second floor.


"Where's your mom?", she asked, looking around.
 
"Entertaining," Ethan said, gritting his teeth as he turned and shut the door behind him. How dare she just push into his house like that, but he didn't do anything about it.


"What do you want, then?" He questioned, "You want me to answer questions about Sam?"
 
Ethan groaned and gestured for her to go in the living room. The entire house smelled like cigarette smoke and alcohol, and he walked into the living room and sat down on a bean bag, grabbing his half finished joint and put it in between his teeth. "Alright, go on then."
 
She stood infront of him uncomfortably.


The house was a mess. Although this room seemed a bit cleaner than the previous one. The stench of cigarette was annoyingly everywhere. The couch was covered with empty bags of chips, beer cans and cigarette ends. There was no place to sit.


She cleared her throat and turned to him. "What's been happening to him?", she asked sternly. "What did you lead him into?"
 
"I don't know what you mean." Ethan shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't lead him into anything. He's the one who came here, I'm just the one that supplied the goods." He grinned arrogantly. "He's the one who wanted in."
 
"No. He just said he wanted to be in a gang." He smirked, knowing that now that Evie knew about Sam being in a gang, it could make things a whole lot worse. "He wanted to belong. Be in my gang."
 
"A gang?", she asked for confirmation but the way Ethan looked at her confirmed it. "But why?"


She couldn't understand. She wished she had taken Psychology like her parents had suggested. Atleast she would've been able to understand how Sam's mind worked.
 
"You know him better than I do. You tell me." He grinned widely, before taking a drag out of his joint. "Did you know he has a gun?" He smirked a little. "He likes to play with knives, too."
 
Evie tried to appear unfazed. "Do you let any kind of people into your gang without even having information about them?", she asked flatly.
 
"No. He had to be tested first." He said, and though it didn't seem possible, he managed to grin wider. "I don't need information, I need loyalty."
 
Evie gripped her one hand with the other, restraining herself from punching that grin off his face.


She smiled back, catching him offguard. "Good. What's the test?"
 
"I'm not telling you, I'm not an idiot. It changes for each person, and I won't tell you his." He shrugged his shoulders, "y'know, you're an idiot from coming here alone. I could easily just force you into something." He glared at her, "so go home, and talk to your brother if you want to know so much about him."
 
"You think I didn't try that?", she asked him in anger, pushing his shoulders. "I tried a million times! He wasn't like this before. He wasn't the good studious type but atleast he wasn't such a douchebag like you! You're the only one who could have influenced him into all these things! C'mon, Ethan, don't you even feel a bit of sympathy for your friend?"
 
"He's not my friend!" Ethan yelled back, "he's my soldier. Now get out, seriously, or I won't be so friendly." He stood up properly, putting his joint down on the ash tray on the table. "Maybe I'll make your brother do some dirty work for me."
 
She stepped back, startled with her sudden move. She gulped and tried to stay where she was and appear intimidating, even though she knew it wasn't possible.


"No. I'm not leaving until you give me some answers! Don't you think a visit to such a marvelous gang leader should be worth something?", she asked, immediately regretting it. Sarcasm probably wasn't a good idea right now.
 
"You know what..." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, "I couldn't care less about you and your sarcasm." He grabbed hold of her arm tightly, pulling her towards the door. He opened it and pushed her out of it, "So yeah, fuck off." He slammed the door behind her.
 
She fell down the stairs, her knees and elbows scraping against the rough edge of one of the steps and the floor. She winced and slowly stood up, glaring at his door. Well there went her attempt.


She sighed and checked her phone for any messages. She found none so it seemed like Chloe hadn't seen her message. Pursing her lips, her thump hovered over Sam's name in the contact list. She used to have him on the speed-dial, immediately calling him when she wanted something. Now, she was hesitating a lot.


She sighed and finally touched the screen. She needed a ride and he was the only person she could ask. Her dad would probably be working and besides, she didn't want to trouble him.
 
The one thing Sam was still allowed to keep hold of was his phone, though his parents had managed to find a way to delete all his apps and music from it. When he heard it ringing, he reached for it and looked at the caller ID. Evie. He answered the call and put the phone to his ear. "What?" He answered, rudely.
 
She flinched at his voice. She glared at her phone, pretending that she was glaring at Sam himself, and put it back against her ear.


"I need a ride", she told him, getting straight to he point.
 
"What makes you think I have car privileges?" Sam snapped, before putting his hand on his forehead. "I'm not allowed to leave the house." As he spoke, he walked over to his bed and sat on it.
 

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