Running From Him - Episode 7
by Zoey Hughes
Avery spends that night tossing and turning, her sleep filled with nightmares.
Luke is closing in on her.
Ethan is still asleep on the couch when Avery climbs wearily out of his bed, slipping downstairs.
She sees two men in white clothing stretching clear plastic film across the windows.
Avery nods at them.
Then she heads to the bar.
There’s a hodgepodge of glassware.
Most of it is coated in dust.
She gets to work washing it.
She wants to be useful.
To pay Ethan back for his kindness.
While she’s working, she overhears the painters talking.
You know who owns this place, right?
As long as his check clears, I don’t care.
Dude. Did you not SEE the owner?
No. Why? Someone I’d know?
It’s Ethan Buchannon.
Damn, really? The quarterback from Texas?
The year they won the whole shebang?
Yeah. No one has seen him in years.
It’s weird that he’d pop up here.
Avery casually wipes down the glassware.
Then she leaves the room, heading toward Ethan’s office.
She opens his laptop and clicks on the guest log-in.
Then she navigates to Google, where she plugs in his full name.
The screen is flooded with photos of Ethan as confetti rains down on him.
He’s in a blue-and-yellow uniform with his teammates surrounding him.
She clicks on another photo.
It brings her to an article in Entertainment Weekly.
Avery reads the article aloud, whispering under her breath.
Ethan Buchannon, heir to the billion-dollar Buchannon Industries, celebrates with his teammates as they win the National Championship, 43 to 8.
Ethan is a favorite for the Heisman, having led his team to an undefeated season.
Avery sits back in her chair.
The puzzle pieces click together.
Ethan isn’t some humble bar owner.
He is a football legend.
And the heir to a billion-dollar fortune.
What are you doing?
He stands behind her and sees the article she’s reading on her phone.
Oh.
So, now you know.
Know what?
That your family is worth billions?
That you were a shoo-in for the first pick of the draft?
And you spent the last couple of days helping me paint an old bar?
Why would you even do that?
Why do you live in a tiny one-bedroom apartment above a dilapidated bar?
Ethan points to the image on the laptop.
I’m not that guy anymore.
I don’t want to be him.
I’d paint a thousand crappy bars before I ever went back to being that guy.
What the hell happened?
It’s a long story.
You listened to mine last night.
Tell me yours.
You really want to know why I’m here instead of in New York with my family?
Or maybe in whatever city for the team that would’ve drafted me?
Why I’m hiding out in a town with a population of six hundred?
Yes. YES. I want to know.
I’m here for the same reason you are.
I don’t WANT to be found.
I guess this town has a way of drawing in the people who are running from their past.
Ethan drags out a chair and sits down across from Avery.
Yes. I grew up as Ethan Buchannon, the golden boy.
The one who would take over Buchannon Industries.
And yes, I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth.
Everything handed to me.
Every party.
Every car.
Every straight-A, even when I didn’t earn it.
Do you know what that does to someone?
Honestly? No. Not a clue.
It’s so far from my reality…
It messes with you.
It makes you think you’re entitled to everything.
It makes you waltz through life without thinking of the consequences.
You won a college football championship.
You must’ve had some kind of work ethic.
Football was the only thing I had to work for.
Everything else was handed to me on a silver platter.
Including Callie.
Is she…
The girl on the nightstand? Yes.
You weren’t the only one who got engaged once.
It didn’t work out?
Ethan meets Avery’s eyes.
We loved each other. But I didn’t deserve her.
Why?
Because I was a selfish, entitled asshole.
She called me one night.
We’d made plans, and I blew her off.
Because that’s the kind of asshole shit I did back then.
I went out with the team instead.
She needed a ride home.
She asked me. Over and over.
But I was with the guys, and I didn’t listen.
The party was so damn great, I didn’t want to leave, even when she begged.
I figured we’d meet up later, and I’d smooth things over, just like I always did.
I had to have my cake and eat it too.
So she got in the car with someone else.
Avery leans forward.
They wrecked. His blood alcohol was three times the limit.
He was just a classmate, someone she barely knew.
But she had to trust him because I wasn’t there.
You couldn’t have known what would happen.
Right. But I did know she needed me, and I blew her off.
Because that was who I was back then.
That was the shit I did.
I didn’t know until she was gone how much she meant to me.
I just couldn’t get over her.
I’m still not over her.
But I had to make amends. Somehow.
I left everything behind.
I enlisted. I left and served my country and disappeared.
It was the only thing I could possibly do.
Four years, and now I’m out.
And I’m hiding here, and it’s just as raw as it ever was.
What does your family think?
About you leaving football? And the company?
I don’t know.
Why not?
I haven’t spoken to them in years. Since I left.
They don’t know where you are?
No. And if I have my way, they never will.
I’m done with that life.
I’m done with everything it represents.
You can’t just…
I don’t think you get it. That life I had? It destroyed her.
And I won’t let it destroy anyone else.
So…why this town?
I mean, I ended up here because it was the last one at the end of a tank of gas.
Why’d you choose it?
My bunk mate, on my second tour – he grew up here.
We talked about it a lot on those blazing hot afternoons.
He used to tell me about the big cedar trees and the shadows.
The rain.
The ocean.
Did he…
He was killed by a roadside bomb.
I’m sorry.
When I got back stateside, I figured I’d pass along my condolences to his family.
Make sure they knew how proud I was to serve beside him.
Turns out his dad owned a bar and wanted to sell it.
So I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.
Maybe things were meant to turn out this way.
Ethan stiffens.
It’s a lovely sentiment, but that would mean Callie was meant to die.
And I refuse to believe that.
I’m sorry you lost her.
Me too.
I know what it’s like when you lose someone important to you.
What it’s like to take someone for granted.
Until one day you wake up, and it’s the first day of the rest of your life without them.
I thought I’d grow up and get married in the same church as my parents.
That they’d grow old and become grandparents together.
Does your dad know where you’re at?
Avery shakes her head.
He must be worried sick.
That’s doubtful. He kind of lost himself when my mom passed.
I went to UCLA to study business.
I thought he’d be impressed with my degree and want me to join his real estate firm.
But it was like once I was out of sight…I was out of mind.
When did you talk to him last?
A couple months ago.
You should call him.
I will. Just not…not yet.
I’m not ready.
Then promise me you’ll understand when I say I’m not ready to reconnect with my family, either.
How the hell did we manage to find each other, anyway?
Two people running from everything?
Hiding from everything?
I don’t know. But I’m glad you walked in here a few days ago.
Even if you did insinuate I wanted to run a strip club.
Avery laughs.
So what’s the plan, then?
Are we just gonna hide out here forever?
Ethan leans in.
Sounds like a dream come true to me.
Ethan tangles his hands into Avery’s hair, and the two kiss.
It starts out soft, almost hesitant, until Avery leans in, pressing her lips harder into his.
He groans, pulling her against him and deepening the kiss.
Avery wraps his arms around him, and he picks and carries her up to his bedroom.
They don’t care that the painters are still downstairs.
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