“The bitch wants me to marry her, she’s delusional. In all these years I haven’t even acknowledged her in public,” he claimed with a proud expression.

He can’t possibly be talking about…me?

“What if she tries to baby trap you?” Jake asked. He was known as one of the more loose cannon players on the football team, always getting into trouble.

Ethan sneered. “She won’t. She’s a good girl that listens to everything I say.”

A beautiful woman saddled up to his side, skating a suggestive hand down his arm. “That doesn’t sound like fun.” She even managed to tack on a pout at the end.

“Hmm you may be right, darlin.”

“Then why do you go back?” Jake asked, digging for more, egging him on to speak absolute trash.

“It’s not me that comes back. It’s just easy, Jakey boy. No commitments means no demands and no expectations. I get whatever I want, whenever I want.” His suggestive tone implying exactly what ‘whatever’ meant.

“Hmm I dunno. I’m not convinced. You’ve been seeing this mystery woman for a long time, bro.”

“And what? You’ve never met her right? When I tell you this girl isn’t even marriage material let alone mother material…” His speech tapered off as he took a long drag from his beer, while the surrounding females cackled in laughter.

His eyes spread over the crowd, his satisfied expression deepening from the enthusiastic reception. Ethan looked and spoke as if he was a king holding court amongst his subjects.

“Although, the usual does get a bit stale after a while,” he continued, his gaze catching onto the woman who still hadn’t removed her hand from his fucking arm. “I probably won’t be able to resist much longer.”

The woman preened while Jake gave a mocking scoff. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Is that a challenge?” Ethan asked with intoxicated and affronted eyes.

Jake’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “Yeah, maybe it is.”

Without a beat of hesitation Ethan drew the woman next to him into his chest and pressed his mouth to hers, their tongues dancing together in a disgusting display of saliva.

That’s when the video cut out.

I was encapsulated in a quiet hospital room with my family, soft snores occasionally breaking through the deafening silence.

When all I could hear was an internal screaming rebounding in my skull, a never-ending screech that refused to abate with the realisation of Ethan’s words and actions that sunk deep and true.

The video was only a few minutes long but that was all it took for maximum damage to be spread.

I opened Ethans text thread and found a few unread messages from earlier in the night, before his nauseating performance was broadcast all over the internet.