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My Boyfriend, The Cadet Officer, The Killer

Novelix Completed

追悔莫及、剧情反转、追妻火葬场、被欺骗/出轨、支配型/掌控欲强、单亲妈妈、青少年、傲慢、青年、大女主、现代/都市、剧情/戏剧、校园

Chapters (3)

第1章

The first week of freshman year, and the ROTC cadets were out on our field training exercise. I fought through the cramps and the heatstroke as long as I could before I collapsed on the ground. Ethan — my boyfriend, and the upperclassman cadet officer running the exercise — didn't so much as glance my way. Instead, he handed the only rest slot of the day to Chloe, who wasn't even remotely in trouble. "Chloe can't handle this kind of humidity. As for you — cut the act. Get up and fall back in." Chloe's voice came out soft and pouty. "Eth, I just saw her on the GroupMe chat, betting the others she'd fake-faint to weasel out of the three-mile ruck today." Ethan's expression curdled into disappointment. He grabbed me by the arm, hauled me off the ground, and dragged me toward the metal equipment shed baking in the full sun. "Since you've got so much free time on your hands, you can go inside and re-inventory every piece of gear in there. I've clearly been too easy on you — that's why you think basic training is some kind of game." Inside the tin shed, the temperature was pushing 120 degrees Fahrenheit. I crumpled to the floor, pounding weakly at the metal door someone had bolted shut from the outside. "Ethan, I swear I'm not faking — I have von Willebrand disease — please, help me—" "Von Willebrand? That report you sent me last night? You think I don't know you forged it because you're jealous of Chloe?" He gave a cold laugh and walked off without looking back. "It's real… it's real…" I whispered, my voice gone. Blood kept pouring from between my legs. Somewhere in that hemorrhaging haze, my heart quietly stopped. ... When my eyes opened again, I was drifting in midair, staring down at Ethan. He was holding a parasol over Chloe, his tone perfectly even. "That's what I get for going soft on her. She only pulls this crap because I let her. Today she can learn the hard way." "Sir — it's really bad in there. Maybe I could just pass her this bottle of electrolytes?" Tyler, the freshman squad leader, held up an unopened Gatorade and a sleeve of Pedialyte tablets, edging up nervously beside Ethan. Ethan turned and looked down at him. "PT isn't playtime. Rules are rules." "If she's got the nerve to bet in the group chat that she'll fake a faint, she gets to live with the consequences." "If any of you feels that sorry for her, you're welcome to switch places and get locked in there yourself." The training field went dead silent. A few of the freshmen who'd been about to speak up ducked their heads and stopped breathing. Chloe, tucked in behind Ethan, gave a sudden little gasp. She pressed a hand to her chest, brow knitting delicately, and started taking exaggerated gulps of air. "Eth, please don't be angry — you're scaring me…" She let herself sag against his arm. "Honestly, Emmy — she's fine. Why does she have to make such a scene?" "For all we know, she's curled up in there right now, catching a cross-breeze and taking a nap." "You're all just too soft on her. She doesn't deserve it." Ethan glanced down at Chloe and gave her back a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. I've got a handle on this." He turned his head and let his gaze slide over to the sealed metal door. Then he went and dug up a heavier U-lock, and picked up a rusted iron rod off the ground for good measure. He shoved the rod straight through the metal ring on the outside of the door handle, wedging the door tight against its frame. Then he threaded the U-lock through the handle and the outer ring, looping the chain around twice for good measure. I floated above it all, watching him in silence. Inside the tin shed, the temperature had already climbed past 125 degrees. That body — my body — was slumped in a warped, twisted heap in the corner behind the door. Sticky, dark red blood was still weeping steadily from between my thighs. The iron tang of it fermented in the closed, superheated air until it made you gag. I stretched out a translucent hand, trying to grab Ethan's wrist where it rested on the lock. I wanted to tell him: Ethan. I'm actually dead. But my fingers passed clean through his arm. Nothing. Ethan finished with the lock, dusted his hands off, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He opened iMessage. The screen stopped on our thread. The last message was the photo I'd sent him the night before — a lab report from the hospital. Right there in bold black type: Von Willebrand Disease — Severe. Ethan stared at the image for two seconds. He gave a small, contemptuous snort. Then he pressed and held the photo and, without a moment's hesitation, tapped Delete. "Bad luck," he muttered under his breath, and stuffed the phone back into his pocket. Then he turned to face the freshmen, his voice low but pitched just loud enough for every last one of them to hear. "Until training's over today, no one goes near that shed." "She needs to bake the crazy out of her skull." "When she's ready to apologize like she means it, I'll let her out." He was so certain I was just throwing a tantrum. So certain that if he applied a little pressure, I'd cave the way I always did — head bowed, voice small, begging his forgiveness. But Ethan — the dead don't apologize.

第2章

Time crawled. The noon sun hammered down on the training field. Two hours passed. The freshmen in formation were shaking on their feet, sweat dripping from the brims of their caps and pattering onto the asphalt. "Sir—" A girl in the front row raised her hand. She pointed at the gap under the metal door, her face bloodless. "There's… there's something red running out from under there." A ripple went through the ranks. A few of the braver guys craned their necks to see. From the rust-eaten seam at the bottom of the door, a thick, dark red fluid was slowly spreading outward. On the scorching concrete, it was already drying at the edges into an ugly blackish-brown crust. The freshmen began to crowd closer, murmurs rising. Chloe pinched her nose and stepped back with a grimace, raising her voice. "Oh my God, Emmy is being so childish!" "She busted a bottle of red ink in there just to guilt-trip Eth into caving? Seriously?" "What does she think this is, some Netflix drama? It's disgusting." Chloe's words made the freshmen hesitate. The tension eased, just a little. someone even muttered that I was taking things way too far. Ethan's face darkened. He didn't explode — he just strode over to the shed, looked down at the dark puddle, and frowned. "Emma, are you done yet?" There was an edge of impatience in his voice now. "Save the cheap sob story. You really think this is gonna make me go soft on you?" No response from behind the door. Ethan sneered and slammed his boot against the metal. Clang! The shock of it rang through the sheet metal. From where I hovered, I saw the body — mine, propped against the inside of the door — lose its balance from the impact. The stiffened frame tipped sideways, straight as a fallen log. Thud. My head cracked into the rusted rack behind the door with a sound that made your skin crawl. The dull impact traveled clean through the wall. Ethan heard it. He didn't flinch. He laughed. "Listen to that. Still got energy to throw things around." He turned back to Chloe and the freshmen. "Guess it's not hot enough in there yet. This princess complex isn't cured." He pointed lazily at a couple of guys assigned to logistics. "You. Go grab those old insulation tarps out of the supply room." The boys froze, glancing at each other. Nobody moved. "Did I stutter?" Ethan's voice dropped a few degrees. His stare cut through them. They didn't dare defy a cadet officer. Heads down, they jogged off toward the storage building. A few minutes later they came back, arms full of thick, weather-stained tarps. "Cover the vent up top." Ethan pointed at the narrow louvered vent set high on the shed wall — the last opening on the entire structure. The boys hesitated, then climbed onto a nearby stone block, dragged the heavy tarps over the vent, and cinched them down with rope. The last thread of moving air was gone. Inside the shed, the temperature kept climbing. The stink of blood grew heavier in the sealed space. I flailed my translucent arms in midair, clawing at the tarps. No matter how hard I pulled, my fingers slid straight through. Outside, Ethan surveyed the smothered vent and dusted his hands off, pleased with himself. He arched a brow at his audience like he was performing. "Likes hiding out in the shade, does she?" "Then let's give her some quiet. Time to grind the entitlement out of her."

第3章

"What in God's name are you all doing? Is training over?" A voice, hard-edged and furious, cut across the field. Captain Reed — one of the ROTC cadre, the assistant professor of military science — was striding across the pavement in the punishing sun, roster in hand. He took in the ragged formation, the tarps duct-taped over the vent, the dark stain on the concrete, and his brow drew into a knot. "Prescott. What is going on here? Where is Callahan?" Captain Reed pushed his sunglasses up, his eyes settling on the metal door barred with iron and chained with a U-lock. Ethan didn't move. His voice was as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "She's inside, reflecting." Captain Reed's expression snapped. He strode forward. "You locked a cadet in a metal shed with no A/C in this heat? People die from that!" He wheeled on Ethan. "Prescott. Give me the key. Open the door. Now." Ethan looked down at the active-duty captain — a man a good half a head shorter than himself. "Sir. I'm the cadet officer in charge of this FTX." "My job is to break these freshmen of their laziness and their bad discipline." "This is my training method. With respect, sir — please don't interfere." Captain Reed's face went dark with fury. He jabbed a finger at Ethan. "This is abuse. This is misuse of authority. If something happens to her, you'll be held responsible. Open that lock. Now." Ethan gave a cold laugh, fished the key to the U-lock out of his pocket, and — while every eye on the field watched in disbelief — opened his fingers and dropped it through the grate of the storm drain. The key vanished into the black gullet of the drain below. Captain Reed froze, his whole body shaking with rage. "You — what the hell is wrong with you?!" Ethan spread his hands wide, laughing openly. He gestured at the sealed door, his gaze meeting Captain Reed's. "Oh, gosh — so sorry, sir. Butterfingers. Guess I dropped the key." "I guess we'll just have to wait until the FTX ends and get someone out to cut the lock off." "Anyway, she'd rather sit in there than admit she was wrong — good. Lets her reflect on it a while longer." "This is the top-tier recruit your ROTC program brought in. Determined to make a scene at everyone else's expense. I'm just doing you a favor by disciplining her." Chloe seized her cue and jumped in. "Captain — please, don't blame Eth. The key really did just slip out of his hand." "Emmy's got a temper on her back at the dorm too — slams doors, throws things at the drop of a hat. She must be hearing us right now, and she's just refusing to say a word." "It's her whole princess thing — she's doing this to make us all look bad." Captain Reed had gone gray with fury. His chest heaved. He stared at that impassable door, then at the bottomless drain that had swallowed the key, and for a moment he had nothing. He slammed his palm against the metal panel twice and shouted through it: "Callahan! This is completely out of line!" "If you can hear me, answer me! I'm going to get Campus Police out here with cutting tools right now!" "If you don't start cooperating, I am putting this in your cadet record. I will report it up to Cadet Command. You will get demerits!" Dead silence from the other side. Only the heavy, iron-thick heat crept out from under the door. The freshmen who'd been standing at parade rest for two hours in the sun finally cracked. "Emma, just come out already! Stop dragging us into this!" "Yeah! Because of you, the rest of us are stuck baking out here!" "Selfish. Faking sick and taking all of us down with her." The voices piled on, wave after wave, closing around the metal shed. I hovered over it all, watching Captain Reed storm off to get Campus Police. Watching my own classmates — the same ones I'd sat next to in lecture — cursing at my corpse. Watching that certain, cold little smirk on Ethan's face. My spirit drew itself in, hugging its own arms. I used to think that if I were just obedient enough, one day Ethan would finally see how good I was. I used to think that lab report would earn me even a scrap of mercy. But now I understood. To him, my life didn't weigh as much as a single one of Chloe's lies. There were no tears left in me. Only a flat, empty quiet.