Author's Note: So, last chapter was a hugeee mindfuck. There's one more chapter after this one, so make sure you review and get me up to 100 by the end of this story? Think we can do that? :D I love you guys! Enjoy!
The figure came closer and closer until you could see the bright red hair covering his narrow head. He had another knife in his hand, coming directly toward Imogen.
"Eli, do something!" she screamed, backing away. Eli dropped Kendra's body to the ground, pushing his feet toward the man frantically. With the help of Bianca, they knocked the man to ground, the knife flying from his hands.
Eli jumped on top of him and began throwing blows to his face, not even pausing to get a good look at him; he just wanted this guy dead. Bianca grabbed Imogen and began pulling her toward the car as her cries still rang out. Eli was too scared to tear away from the man in fear that he'd get back up and come after them, so he continued to strike him.
His hand was covered in blood, the splattering sound sickening him each time his hand came in contact with the guys nose. A car pulled up beside Eli, and Bianca screamed out his name.
"Eli, come on! Hurry!" she shrieked, throwing the door open from the drivers seat. Imogen was in the backseat, shaking intensely. Eli managed to get up, flying into the car. Bianca sped away from Degrassi, shivering endlessly.
The car was so quiet; it was deadly. Bianca began to wail, the tears fogging up her vision. She swerved on the road numerously, not caring if they ended up in a car accident.
"P-pull over," Eli stuttered, examining the blood on his swollen knuckles. He wasn't completely sure if it was his blood or the guy's blood.
Bianca did as she was told and pulled off in a grocery store parking lot. She rested her head on the steering wheel and screamed out Drew's name, sobbing. Eli dug in the backseat and pulled out a t-shirt, wiping his fist clean. It still throbbed, but he could care less at this point; at least he was still alive.
"What the hell just happened?" Imogen screamed, clutching her knees up against her chest. Bianca continued to wail, ignoring Imogen's comment.
"You need to get it together!" Eli demanded, looking at Bianca. She closed her eyes and sniffed, clutching onto her bloody dress. Imogen shivered in the backseat, her chattering teeth being heard over Bianca's moans.
"What about Audra? What about Helen? What about our parents?" Bianca cried. "What about the police? W-what if we go down for this whole thing?"
"We can't worry about that," Eli said, his hands continuing to shake.
"We have to!" Imogen shot back, her tears finally managing to fall. She sat up in the back seat and looked directly at Eli. "Take me home. Please...I need to see him."
Eli looked behind him and noticed the look in her eyes. He nodded sadly and turned back to face the front. As his feelings sunk in, it began to hurt even more. Drew is dead now, and-
"I'm next," Bianca whispered, as if she had been reading Eli's mind.
"We're not going to let you die," Eli reassured, looking over at her. Bianca gulped and tried her hardest to avoid Eli's gaze. How could he be so sure, when he said the same thing about Drew?
"But what if I want to?" she asked, breathing heavily.
…
Eli carried Bianca into Imogen's trailer as she dozed lightly on his shoulder. After they had switched places in the car, she had managed to cry herself to sleep in the backseat. Imogen hurriedly made her way into the back room where her father was. The nurse was there the whole time, just as she was supposed to be.
Eli softly lay Bianca across the couch, being sure not to wake her. Her tear stained cheeks shined in the darkness, and her chest still heaved shakily. A loud cry was heard from the back, alarming Eli; it was Imogen.
He made his way into the hallway where he stopped. Imogen stood in the doorway of her fathers room, the nurse not far from her. The tenseness in the air told him that it wasn't good news.
"I tried to get in touch with you but I couldn't," the nurse said quietly, but you could feel the hurt in her tone. Imogen shook her head repeatedly and closed her eyes.
"Please, don't say it," she begged, biting her lip. The nurse stepped forward and put her hand on Imogen's shoulder.
"He's gone," she whispered. Those two words shot through Imogen like a sharp knife, kicking her to the ground immediately.
Eli made his way over to her, kneeling down beside her. He inched his hand to her but she quickly scooted away from him, pushing his hand away.
"Don't touch me!" she cried, clutching her stomach. She cried harder, sinking her face down into the carpet. Eli attempted to grab her again but the nurse stopped him.
"Give her some time alone with him," she whispered, lending her hand out for him. He grabbed it and stood up, walking out of the room with the nurse. He looked at her and teared before closing the door quietly. The nurse turned to him and put her hand over her chest.
"It was horrible. I left for a minute to go get his medication from the car and I came back, and... he just wasn't breathing," she confessed, sniffing. Eli nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I'll take care of her. You can go. Thank you," he said quietly.
"Are you sure?" she asked sadly. Eli nodded again and she grabbed her bag from the ground.
"I'll leave him here overnight, and someone will be by to get him tomorrow," she said, exiting swiftly afterward.
Bianca sat up on the couch weakly, looking around, forgetting for a brief second about the events of the night.
"What happened?" she whispered, watching Eli as he made his way over to her. He took a seat on the couch beside her and sighed heavily.
"Imogen's dad died," he said quietly. Bianca looked away sadly and stayed silent, not knowing what to say. She barely knew Imogen's father, but it still hurt to know that he was gone.
"Three people in one night," Bianca managed to choke out, tearing up instinctively. As the tears began to reappear, Eli opened his arm for her to cry on his shoulder. She laid her head on his shoulder and grabbed a handful of his shirt, clutching it in her hands. She sobbed on his shoulder, trying her hardest to keep her voice down.
"I hate this feeling," Eli croaked, running his hand up and down her back soothingly.
"What feeling?" Bianca whispered through her sobs. Eli sniffed and looked down at the ground.
"The feeling of losing control of my own life. Everything has took a toll on its own and it's barely giving me a chance to process it all," Eli said hoarsely. Bianca closed her eyes and cried harder, thinking about nothing but Drew.
He promised her that they'd be happy again. He told her that they'd be together, and nothing could come in between them; not like last time. In a way, she resented him for not moving out of the way fast enough. Anything could have saved him, at least for a while. She didn't even get to tell him that she loved him...
Imogen trudged into the living room, clutching onto the wall pane for strength. Eli instantly stood to his feet and made his way over to her, holding her fragile body up for support. She had tears sliding down, her black mascara smeared all over her red face. She wasn't sobbing on the outside, but she was breaking down on the inside; her face was still and emotionless.
Eli reached under her eyelids and wiped a thick layer of mascara, kissing her warm cheek. She looked into his eyes and scrunched her face, letting out a light whimper.
"It's okay to cry," he whispered, sensing how strong she was trying to be. She nodded slowly and laid her head against his chest, letting it all out. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and whispered things to her softly.
Bianca wobbled over to the two and opened her arms, joining in on the hug. Eli wrapped his other arm around Bee and allowed her to cry on his other shoulder. They were all each other had, and Eli wanted nothing but to have them feeling secure, because he anxiously needed it himself.
…
It was a long, hard night full of tears, but the three of them managed to get by. Eli had numerous missed calls from his parents and he knew things were serious. They must have found out about Drew.
He sat on the couch with his arm wrapped securely around Imogen, twirling the phone in his hands. Bianca was still asleep, getting some well-needed rest.
"You should call them," Imogen whispered, wiping her nose with her tissue. In all honesty, he was deeply afraid. What would happen when Helen, Audra and Cece got involved. Their kids are gone, and there's no one left to blame but the three of them.
"I-I don't want to," Eli said, sitting his phone on the table beside them. Imogen grabbed his phone and looked at it before pressing redial. "What are you doing?"
"Calling your mom," she said, standing up from the couch. She put the phone up to her ear and took in a deep breath, her hands shaking. Eli clenched his jaw and looked at her with beady eyes, just as afraid.
The phone rang once before a horrified Cece picked up the phone. "Hello? Eli? Eli, answer me!"
"Um... it's Imogen," she said quietly, tugging at her bottom lip.
"Imogen? Where are you guys? Sources said that you were with Drew last night when..." Cece began, too afraid to finish her sentence. Mr. and Mrs. Torres were seated with Cece, along with Helen and Bianca's aunt. Imogen gulped and looked at Eli.
"We're at my house. My dad just passed away, and Bianca and Eli stayed with me. And yes... we were with Drew when he was hit, but we were ordered to get away," she told her.
You could hear the cries of Mrs. Torres in the background as Imogen explained the story to Cece, and it just seemed to make the feeling in Imogen's stomach worse.
"I am so sorry about your father sweetie, but you guys need to make your way over here," Cece said. Imogen nodded and closed her eyes.
"Please don't blame us for this," she whispered, sniffing.
"Dear Lord, no. We just... want to make sure our kids are safe. Please come soon," Cece said before hanging up the phone. Imogen handed the phone to Eli and climbed on his lap, pulling her legs up to her chest.
"They want us to head over there. They're not blaming us, though. And... everyone's families are there," Imogen said. Eli wrapped his arm around her and closed his eyes, sighing heavily.
"I'm not looking forward to this interrogation," he admitted, resting his head on the back of the couch.
"Me either," Imogen whimpered.
"We'd better go wake up Bee. We have to face this one way or another," Eli said. Imogen stood up and flexed her tiny muscles, preparing herself for the day ahead of her.
…
They were parked outside of the house, letting the rain pelt on the car. They had been waiting there for about 20 minutes now, too scared to make the slightest move.
"I could really use a shower right now," Bianca said, wiping her eyes. Eli grabbed his handle and slowly opened the door, sliding out. Imogen and Bianca watched after him and couldn't help but to get out of the car as well.
They hurried up the front steps and waited behind Eli as he opened the doors to the house. Everyone's faces averted to the door, watching as the three shooken teens walked in.
"Oh God, mija!" Bianca's aunt said, scattering over to her and throwing her arms around her. Cece did the same to Eli, her face stained with tears. Imogen stood there awkwardly and started playing with the hem of her shirt, trying desperately not to think of her father.
Helen stood up and marched over to them, her eyes filled with fiery tears.
"Where the hell is my daughter?" she demanded, spitting glares at each of them. They couldn't tell her the truth, they just couldn't. They hated to put her through the misery of having to wonder if her daughter was dead or not, but how could they tell her what happened without getting blamed for all of the deaths?
"We told you," Eli said, pulling away from his mother. "There was an argument, and she ran away. We haven't seen or heard from her since."
"But she wouldn't do this! She'd never just leave!" Helen cried, choking on her sobs; she missed her daughter so much. Eli looked at her and teared up, not knowing how to feel. He wanted to tell her the truth so fucking bad.
"Mrs. Edwards, I'm so sorry," he apologized, thinking of Clare. It was killing him ever so slowly. Imogen looked over at him and gave him a warning look, but he ignored it. He wasn't stupid.
"I just can't believe this is happening to me," Helen sobbed.
"Happening to you? Both of my sons are dead, and you're crying because your spoiled brat ran away for a few days?" Audra hollered, standing up and making her way over to her. Mr. Torres hovered behind her to hold his wife back.
"That doesn't mean my situation is any better! How could you even say such a thing?" Helen asked, going wide eyed at Audra.
"I'm angry!" she cried, taking a moment to let it out. "If it wasn't for those kids!" she said, pointing at the three of them. "My sons would be alive. They'd be home, and alive."
"Don't you dare blame my kid for this!" Cece chipped in, walking over to join the other mothers.
"And why not? He seems to be the ring leader for all of this!" Audra spat, inching closer to Cece.
"Exactly! Who was my daughter arguing with? Was it him? If it wasn't for him, my daughter wouldn't have ran away!" Helen declared, placing the blame entirely on Eli. He couldn't contain his anger as Imogen grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the mothers.
"No," he muttered, staying still in his spot.
"Let's go," she urged, tugging on his arm.
"NO!" he screamed, causing her to gasp. She broke away from him and looked away, gnawing at her already chewed up bottom lip. She hated seeing Eli lash out.
"You can go to Hell!" Cece screamed, punching Helen right in her face. Everyone went wide eyed and Bullfrog scrambled to his feet, drawing Cece back from a possible fight. Helen lay on the ground, holding her hand up to her throbbing face.
"How dare you?" she cried, her body too weak to move. It was all to overwhelming for the teens, and they quickly scattered the house, out into the pouring rain.
"Come back!" Audra shouted after them, but they just kept running. Eli climbed in the drivers seat, followed by the others and he sped away, not turning to look back.
"Where are we going?" Imogen breathed, hooking her seat belt.
"Anywhere. Away from them. I couldn't take it anymore; you were right," Eli said, mentally apologizing for snapping on her. She nodded and lay her head against the window, closing her eyes.
"This is already hard and those assholes are just making it harder. It's not your fault, Eli," Bianca said from the backseat.
"Thanks," Eli told her, wanting to get off of the subject. He honestly felt like it was his fault, though. No matter what, he was the one who had the deadly vision. The vision that came true.
After about an agonizing hour of driving, Eli pulled off into the parking lot of the local park. They exited the car and made their way over to a bench, taking a seat.
"Bee... about that thing when you said you wanted to die," Imogen said, resting her head on Eli's shoulder. "Please... don't."
Bianca sighed and looked around the wet park. She pulled her hair to one side of her neck and finally looked over at Imogen. "I won't do it to you guys."
"If we lose you, I don't know what I'll do," Eli confessed, looking deep into her pain-filled eyes. Though a few months ago it would've never crossed his mind, he really cared for Bianca.
"Well sadly, I can't control that. If I could, trust me... everyone would still be here," Bianca said, thinking of her friends. She was starting to believe that death felt better than the feelings she was having at that moment.
"If we watch out for you and save you, it would be over, right?" Imogen asked, looking up. Eli's eyes widened excitedly and nodded quickly, staring between the two ladies. "Imogen... you're right! Bianca is the last on the list! If we save her, they'll be no one left to come back for! You're genius, baby!" Eli said, standing up and pulling her up with him. He picked her up and twirled her around, kissing her quickly.
Bianca looked at her friends and smiled sadly. No matter what happened with her, she still wanted the best for them, and for them to be happy.
For the next few hours, they walked around the park and just enjoyed each others company, wanting to think about nothing but simply, being happy. They've all had their fair share of hurt, and it was time to put it out of their minds; at least for a while. The sky was darkening, indicating that it was time to leave.
They made their way over to Imogen's house and noticed the ambulance truck parked outside. It was someone there to pick up Imogen's fathers body. She looked down and exited the car, making her way over to it.
"Someone's home now," the man said, walking up to the front door. Imogen ignored his comment and unlocked the door, walking inside.
They watched as the man took his body away, and it was definitely emotional to witness. Imogen stayed strong, though. She hid her emotions well, even though she knew she wanted to break down.
Eli and Imogen stepped outside to watch, but Bianca was too nauseous to look any further. She went straight for the bathroom and closed the door, switching on the light.
She looked in the mirror and shook her head, quickly looking away. She looked a horrid mess, and her hair anxiously needed to be washed.
"A shower couldn't hurt," she said to herself, walking over to the bathtub. She turned on the water to get warm while she stripped down to her undies. She couldn't care less whether she had a towel or not, she just wanted to feel that warm water on her body.
She stepped into the shower and closed the curtain, letting the water soak her hair. It felt like heaven as the heated water hit her tensed body, wrapping its warmth around her. She closed her eyes and lifted her face up under the faucet, wanting to feel nothing but the gentle beating on the splashes hitting her skin.
After a minute, she opened her eyes and noticed some cherry shampoo in the corner of the tub. She grabbed at it and squirted the red liquid onto her hands, getting them nice and foamy.
As she lathered the shampoo into her hair, the water wasn't hitting it right. She grabbed at the shower head, loosening the wire to give it more room to move around.
Eli and Imogen walked back inside the house and heard the water running from the shower. They took a seat on the couch and cuddled up to each other, staying completely silent.
"Do you want to watch TV?" Eli whispered. Imogen shook her head slowly, keeping her head comfortably on his chest.
In the shower, Bianca couldn't have felt better at that moment. As she dove down to grab at the shampoo bottle, she bumped her head against the faucet.
"Fuck!" she screamed as dark red blood starting to fill floor of the bathtub. She put her hand up to her forehead and felt the blood. The shower water was beating down on her wound, rinsing her blood into the water.
"Fuck!" she screamed again, stepping back against the tile, away from the water.
Eli and Imogen alertly heard her scream, and jumped to their feet. They ran by the door and knocked on it, their rib cages pounding.
"Bee, are you alright?" Eli asked. She kept her hand pressed to her forehead and gulped.
"I'm fine," she said weakly. As she dove once more to turn off the water, the loosened wire from the shower head collapsed, twisting around her neck.
The loud bump sounded outside the door and they knew something was wrong.
Bianca gagged, grabbing at the thick wire around her neck. It was no use; it was too tight.
"Help," she tried to choke out, but only more gagging seemed to escape from her lips.
Eli twisted the knob, but the door wouldn't budge.
"Open it!" Imogen shrieked.
"It won't open!" Eli screamed back, twisting it harder. He started to bang his body against the door, but it still wouldn't budge. Imogen joined along with him, slamming her weak body against the wooden door, getting the same results.
Tears slid down Bianca's cheek as the wire choked her. Her feet couldn't keep her up, not with the slipperiness of the water beneath her. She could feel the life getting choked out of her, and by now, she was done fighting.
As Eli continued to slam his body against the door, yelling out Bianca's name, an idea occurred to him.
"Get me a chair!" he told Imogen frantically. She ran into the kitchen and used all of her energy to carry the heavy chair to Eli, sitting it down in front of him.
He grabbed it and threw it at the door, cracking it slightly. He picked it up again and slammed it down against the door once more, cracking tiny holes into it with a huge slash in the middle.
"Keep going," Imogen urged. The chairs legs were falling off as Eli bashed it against the door once more, tearing a big enough hole for Eli to break through.
He used his bear hands to break apart the rest of the door, flying into the bathroom in the nick of time.
Bianca's eyes fluttered closed as the wire began to get the best of her, just about finishing her off. As Imogen flew to her naked body, her and Eli ran over and cut the water off. Imogen held her body up as Eli untangled the wire from around her neck.
"Bianca, are you okay? Please be okay!" he begged, slapping her face gently. After a minute, she responded back by licking her bottom lip tiredly.
"She's alive," Imogen cried, smiling brightly. She hugged Bianca's body to her chest, not caring about the nakedness or the wetness.
"Get a towel, Eli," Imogen told him. He quickly ran out and retrieved a towel, returning back swiftly. He threw the towel over her body and climbed in the bathtub with them.
As soon as Bianca could get her breathing together, she looked up at them through lidded eyes.
"Am I dead?" she whispered. Eli shook his head relieving and smiled.
"You're alive. And it's over, it's all over. We're okay now."
Author's Note: omg :( I'm sorry... this was bad, I know. I have writers block and I'm lucky I could get this out! Hehe... but, review anyway? For me? Means a lot. ONE MORE CHAPTER GUISE. ;)
oh, and happy birthday to Mariahhhhh! Love you girly.