10. Who got ya?
"Who beat ya up this time, E.T? " Ethan grimaces. He's laying in bed. This time was much worse than all the others were. He can't move. "Milkovich. " Ian doesn't believe him, that's obvious. "Mickey? " Ethan groans: "Nah, Iggy. " Ian pulls a t-shirt over his head: "Iggy's in jail, E.T. " Ethan opens his eyes, and look down at his brother with the trace of a cocky smile on his lips: "Well, he could've told me that. It might've been one of the others then. "
Ian shakes his head: "One of these days you're gonna have to defend yourself. " Ethan closes his eyes and ignores his brothers disproving glare: "I do defend myself, Ian. You've seen me fight. " Ian opens the door: "Yeah, I have. You've got skills. Why don't ya use them? " The door slams before Ethan can answer. Later he gets out of bed and get dressed. He takes the bus to work. Peter and Watson are both there. Laughing and talking. Peter smirks when he sees Ethan.
"Who got ya this time, E.T? " He puts on his apron: "A Milkovich. I'm so sore, i can barely walk. " Watson raises his eyebrows and runs a hand through his black hair: "I hope you send the piece of shit to the morgue. Didn't he sell all your meth or some shit? " Ethan nods: "I work hard making it, I want all my money. That shitbag kept more than his fair share. " Peter looks up: "You run a meth-lab? " Ethan can't look him in the eye, so he focuses on his shoes: "Yeah. The Milkovich family sell it. " Peter nods: "More badass than I thought. "