Chapter 11

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Ellie

I ran from Will's house my eyes stinging as I dragged my suitcase behind me, I dug my hand into my coat pocket and pulled out my mobile, quickly dialling Martha's number, not caring that it was late and that she was pregnant. I was devastated…

It took about five rings but she picked up. "… Hello?"

"Martha…" I cried, my hand moving to my mouth and stopping myself from sobbing loudly. I shivered, from the cold and pulled my coat around me more. It took me a second to realise that it wasn't from the cold.

"What's wrong?" She asked, suddenly awake; I could see her on the other side of the phone, sitting up and pushing away the duvet cover.

"I'm sorry to call so… late…" I whispered, blinking to keep the water in my eyes.

"Shut up, I don't care what time it is. What's wrong?"

"I don't know what happened, one second Will was fine and then he snapped and he said things and… oh, Martha… I'm outside his parent's house. I can't go in. I can't face him." I sobbed, dropping down and clutching onto the handle of my bag. "It was like being with my dad, again. When he used to hit…."

"Okay, Ellie, stop. Don't go back there. Stay where you are, I'll wake up Derek and he'll come pick you up."

I nodded, a sob escaping my hand. She continued, "And Ellie; if Marco comes outside… if he sees you out there. Get in the house. Get where people can see you." Her voice was deadly serious and she sounded really worried.

"Why?"

"Just do it. He'll be along soon, we're not far away."

Then the phone went silent; and I was alone. I sighed and hunched up in my jacket, trying to get warmer. It was seriously dark; I mean if anyone wanted to find something they'd have no luck.

I sat down on my suitcase and flipped out my PDA, going through emails and telling Lance that I'd be a little late and that I wouldn't be able to sit in on the meetings with Will so could he do it.

Then an Owl hooted and my head snapped up, searching in the darkness. The hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention, scaring me. I cursed under my breath at myself and ignored it.

But I still had this nagging feeling at the back of my head, like I was being watched by something.

Yeah, I read way too much crime and thriller.

I even thought I heard the front door open and close, how silly- oh. Right, yeah…

I turned round and faced the door, stepping back away from them.

Marco just smirked and walked towards me, circling me like a freaky vulture. I eyed him and ended up glaring at him.

"What are you doing out so late?" he asked, cockily. His head moving down to my ear and hovering there.

I moved away and answered, ignoring my head hammering loudly in my heart. "My friend has gone into labour; I'm getting picked up so I can be with her."

Marco's smile widened and he looked down at me, his dark eyes glittering in the darkness and scaring me, more then the fact he was out here did. "Is that so? Well, then, you should be getting on your way."

He walked away, leaving me alone, again. Until he turned back around and smiled at me, his eyes dancing.

"So, you and Will, what happened? Did he try and sleep with you and you said no?"

"No." I said, sharply. Attempting to ignore the jibe but at Will's name I had flinched and Marco had seen it and now he would take advantage of that. He knew my weak point.

"So, what did happen?" He began walking back, he stood in front of me and his hands stretched out for me but I stepped back and off the curb, tripping over it. Straight onto the road.

I don't know what happened next, but Marco was ready to help me back up when there was a blur of light and Marco was on his back and Will had him pinned onto the floor.

"Will! What are you doing?"

"Get back inside, Elle." His voice was dangerous and terrifying, coming out as a growl more then a human tone.

I couldn't though, I couldn't move.

"So, you still remember how to do an effective tackle." Marco coughed. I stared at them, Marco not caring that Will was on top of him, like he was enjoying it (Not like that, like he found it funny). Will was…I couldn't see his face but from how he spoke I wasn't sure I wanted to. There was a metallic edge that cut me and reminded me that he wasn't who I thought he was.

"Leave her alone, Marco. I mean it this time."

Marco snorted and put on a patronizing expression that made me want to punch him. "If my memory serves you meant it those last two times. The first time was kind of weak so I ignored you and the second time, well, old habits die hard." He joked. Will grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him into the pavement; Marco hit it with a loud thud that should have dazed him but he just laughed. For a second, I was reminded of the Joker and the way he loved the pain that Batman dealed out.

"Don't…you dare… Don't go after her. If you do, Marco, if you even so much as look at her I will make your life very painful and short-."

"Will!" A new voice broke us all out of the reverie and we all looked up, Derek stood in the light of the street lamp. He had a torn expression on his face; like he hated himself for calling out but he knew he was right for doing so.

Will looked down at his hands and then dropped Marco, climbed off of him and turned to me. Not paying him the slightest bit of attention. Derek didn't either; in fact he seemed to be doing everything in his power to find something else to focus on.

I looked at him, trying to figure out why they were so afraid of him. I didn't take much imagination; the arrogance, the smirking, his dark demeanour and those piercing black eyes that found you and hovered on you. Like a wolf.

"Elle…" I pulled my gaze away from Marco and looked at Will, his hand outstretched, gentle blue eyes begging me to take it and let him help me. But I shook my head and walked to Derek, he opened the car for me and I put all my stuff into the back without looking back at the trio. I didn't want to see Will's hurt face and the disappoint in himself. Or in me.

As I was getting into the front seat I glanced up, expecting to see Derek come and drive us back. Will stepped forward and made for me but I shook my head and climbed into the car and hid my head.

It wasn't that I wanted to see him… I did… it was that I couldn't forgive him right now. He was angry at something else and decided to take it out on me.

The other door opened, Derek got in, started the car and began driving.