Held Captive
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Two; Think About It
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Okay, last class is over. Straight to my locker I go. Thank god Caitlin let me have awhile off, since she found out about my 'problem' she decided I needed some 'me' time. I mean, it was going great and all I love to write! But if I hadn't had time off, I wouldn't be able to go to Craig's. Ashley is supposed to meet me at my locker; we need to confirm how we're going to Craig's. She acts like we need a red carpet or something. Lets just walk separate ways so I don't have to wait for you to primp and you don't have to complain about the awful music. Yeah, Ashley changed this year. I wasn't here when supposedly she was prep. I couldn't picture Ashley prep, although when I saw the yearbook I could. Then, when we met, she was gothic. Then back to prep, which of course was decided by her 'love', Jimmy Brookes. Tamed. Then, now, Craig comes along, classic punk rock. She's into the beetles. Awful. I listen to stuff such as evanescence, three days grace, AFI . . . bad thought. She hates it. But sometimes I hate her. In a good way. I approach my locker and sure enough she stands there, talking to Paige. Paige? At my locker! She's so annoying! Yeah, she helped me talk to someone, but now she's stalking. I take a long breath before being questioned. I stop. Did Paige tell Ashley? No, she wouldn't. She's supposed to be hero. Gosh, hello! She is the gossip queen. It can't get any worse then to tell your biggest secret to the gossip queen, at least one of your great secrets.
"Um, hi Ashley," I say. I deliberately say hi to only Ashley, as a signal Paige should leave. How nice can I get?
"I should go, Hazel and I have to talk Spirit Squad," Paige says resigning from the conversation. I guess she caught my warning signs. Paige lifts herself from the locker. "Bye, Hun," she says, to me. I watch her pass and say nothing. Hun? That kills me!
"I take it you don't like her," Ashley chuckles. I tilt my head from side to side.
"Uh, no," I admit. Ashley laughs a little more. I get on with it. "So, you're going to Craig's right? You called your mom after lunch?" I ask. Ashley sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, she said I can't go, that her and Jeff are going out tonight and I need to be home to take care of the house," she says as if it's her worst nightmare. My eyes widen.
"You can't be serious? I can't go alone, I won't go alone," I tell her.
"Please, Elle! If you don't go and I don't go, Craig will think we ditched it for something else! Plus, he needs some input. Don't leave him hanging," Ashley begs. Wow, this is pathetic.
"Ashley, I'm not in love with the guy you are," I say. "I'm not going."
"Ellie, please. I am not in love with him, we're just friends," Ashley persists. I chuckle.
"Friends? C'mon Ashley, you hang on his every word and you praise him like some, Craig God," I shrug. She knows it's true. Ashley laughs.
"All right, all right, maybe a little," she admits. I nod in a smile. "But you need to go, Ellie. Please," she begs once again. I groan and shuffle my feet. She makes pout lips and eyes that look up at me. I laugh.
"Okay, just for a while," I say smirking at her pathetic attempt to be cute. Ashley laughs and nods.
"Thanks, I owe you," she says. I nod in agreement.
"Of course you do," I say half-jokingly.
"See you later, Nash!" she calls as she happily walks away. I give her a quick wave before rolling my eyes and opening my locker.
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I look up at my old boring house and sigh. I walk up the stairs and open the door. The house is dark and only a lamp is on.
"Mom?" I peak over at the couch. She isn't there. I walk into the kitchen and put my bag down on the kitchen table, where I find mom sitting down against the wall with a bottle of half-empty Vodka. "Mom!" I say concerned. I kneel down beside her and try to take the bottle way.
"No!" she says half-present. I sigh. She starts to twist the bottle cap. I try to snatch it again.
"Mom, stop it!" I say almost yelling. I take it from her fingers and sit it on the table. I look down at her, practically sleeping. I sigh again and kneel down. I put her arm over my shoulder and help her to her feet. "C'mon, mom, help me out here," I ask. She mumbles and groans as I basically drag her to the couch. She plops down with her feet hanging off of the couch. I bend down and correct them. I unfold the blanket above her head and neatly cover her up. I stand and observe her. I shake my head. I walk back into the kitchen and put my hands on the edge of the table where my bag, and her bottle of Vodka lay. I tap my fingers in confusion. I can feel the tears start to form. I quickly wipe them away. I have to be strong, for mom and me. I quickly take the bottle of Vodka and pour it into the sink. Not too much comes out. After doing that, I turn on the tap to make sure it has fully washed away. I pick up the bottle and throw it into the trash making a banging noise. I look over at mom, she doesn't move.
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I have cleaned my room in . . . I look at my clock . . . about eight minutes. Good. I go over to my closet. I pull out red and black tank-top with my matching arm warmers. You can still see the cuts still look nasty and red. I haven't cut since Monday, which is good. I'm trying to stop, I'm doing okay I guess. I keep the skirt I have on, the plaid one. I look at myself in the mirror. I tuck my hair behind my ears and fix my necklaces. I shake my head before heading down the stairs. Mom is still in the same position. I sigh away my thoughts. I try to speak loudly.
"I'm going to my friend's house mom, I'll be back in a few hours," I say as I walk past her. She groans. "Okay, is that okay?" I ask. She becomes angry.
"Good-bye, Eleanor!" she shouts. I shudder at the loud sound. I bite my lip and hurry out the door. I shut it behind me. I close my eyes and my head hits the door. Let me just get away from mom, go to Craig's and have some fun.
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I see Craig's house a few feet away. I look at the little piece of paper Ashley gave me with the address. I look back up and observe the house and the address. Yep, this is it. I slowly walk up the cement stairs and approach the door. I ring the doorbell. I wait for a second and I look around the neighborhood. The door cracks open and a familiar face appears.
"Oh, hi, I'm Ellie, Craig asked me to come over and-"
"Oh, yeah, come in," he said opening up the screen door and showing me into the house. I smile and nod and enter. He closes the door. "This way," he says. I follow him hearing my shoes clop on his wooden floor. We walk out his back door and into the garage. The garage has strung lights and electrical outlets everywhere. I look around. Wow. I see Craig being amused by Marco and Jimmy putting his guitar over his head. There is no one behind the drums. Marco spots me.
"Hey, Elle, glad you came," he grinned. I shyly smile.
"Craig, can I talk to you for a sec?" Joey asks. I get out of the way and awkwardly sit down on the couch, which isn't so comfortable.
"Yeah, sure, Joey," Craig says. Joey, that's his name! Even though the two try to whisper, but I hear them quite clearly.
"Hey, I didn't know you were going for her, I thought you were hooked on Ashley? Are you a player now?" Joey asks interested. I chuckle to myself.
"Joey, please! Ellie is my friend," Craig explains. Friend? Joey puts his hands up and backs away.
"My bad, my bad," with that Joey exits. Craig looks at me. I smile. Craig realized I have heard and blushes. Suddenly the door swings open.
"Hey, hey! I have arrived, sorry you had to wait so long, hope I wasn't missed too much," Spinner arrives. I roll my eyes. Spinner observes me. "Look, it's Ellie! Hey, when did you get here?" he asks. He plops down beside me on the couch.
"Apparently before you did," I say looking over at him. He shrugs.
"Spin, uh, maybe you could come do your job?" Jimmy asks. Spinner nods. He walks over behind the drums.
"So, what am I suppose to be the audience?" I ask uncomfortably. Craig nods.
"Sure, just tell us what you think," Craig nods. I nod back.
"Song number one, or number two?" Marco asks. One or two? They don't have names?
"Two," Craig nods. They all agree. Spinner starts it off.
"One, two, four," everyone starts playing and Spinner cracks up. I laugh too at the stupidity. Everyone looks at Spinner. "S-sorry, I just-" he uncontrollably laughs. I cover my mouth. Marco observes me. I stop laughing. Just leaving a smile. "Okay, I won't do it anymore," he promises. "One, two, three." The song starts out okay, low and soft. Then it tones into edgy and sharp. I smile and bob my head to the beat. The guitars sound good. Together and loud. The drums sound good too. I've always wanted to learn to play drums. I look over at Spinner. He nods and smiles as he hits each sound with his little stick thing. I giggle to myself. He looks up at me. His head does one hard nod at me. I smile and shake my head. It sounds really good, but there is no singing. Err . . . . bad. It ends with a long solo strum and a collage of different drumming sounds. I put my thumb up halfway and tilt my head from side to side and give myself a sour face.
"You need a singer," I say looking at all of their faces.
"We know that much," Craig says everyone nods.
"Well then, who's going to be singing?" I ask. They all look at each other. I smile.
"Who do you think?" Craig smiles' knowing it's he. Everyone groans. Craig looks around offended. "What?" he asks. I shake my head.
"Well, how about you, Ellie?" Marco suggests. Everyone gets quiet and looks at me. My eyes widen.
"What about me?" I ask. Not possibly sing.
"Sing," Marco says. I chuckle and stand up. I shake my head.
"Believe me, I c-can't sing," I say. Marco shakes his head.
"I heard you singing in music the other day," he says. "Believe me, you've got all it takes, girl," he says smirking. Me? A good singer? This isn't happening. I stop for a second then I shake my head.
"You guys will make a big mistake if you let me join and sing," I say.
"Ah, c'mon, just think about it," he suggests. I stare at him for a second. Then I look at everyone.
"Okay, I'll think about it," I finally say. Everyone nods.
"Cool, well, uh, lets go out for pizza or something," Craig suggests. Everyone agrees.
"That's cool, you guys go do that, I'll talk to you later," I say starting out the door.
"No, Elle," Marco says sitting his guitar down. I look at him. "Come with us, we'll buy," he says tugging on my arm.
"Okay"
Ellie has a passion Craig has a band Spinner has a secret, how will it all end?
Contains; Romance, Discussions about cutting
Pairings; Ellie?, Ashley Craig, Marco Dylan
Chapter Two; Think About It
+ - + - +
Okay, last class is over. Straight to my locker I go. Thank god Caitlin let me have awhile off, since she found out about my 'problem' she decided I needed some 'me' time. I mean, it was going great and all I love to write! But if I hadn't had time off, I wouldn't be able to go to Craig's. Ashley is supposed to meet me at my locker; we need to confirm how we're going to Craig's. She acts like we need a red carpet or something. Lets just walk separate ways so I don't have to wait for you to primp and you don't have to complain about the awful music. Yeah, Ashley changed this year. I wasn't here when supposedly she was prep. I couldn't picture Ashley prep, although when I saw the yearbook I could. Then, when we met, she was gothic. Then back to prep, which of course was decided by her 'love', Jimmy Brookes. Tamed. Then, now, Craig comes along, classic punk rock. She's into the beetles. Awful. I listen to stuff such as evanescence, three days grace, AFI . . . bad thought. She hates it. But sometimes I hate her. In a good way. I approach my locker and sure enough she stands there, talking to Paige. Paige? At my locker! She's so annoying! Yeah, she helped me talk to someone, but now she's stalking. I take a long breath before being questioned. I stop. Did Paige tell Ashley? No, she wouldn't. She's supposed to be hero. Gosh, hello! She is the gossip queen. It can't get any worse then to tell your biggest secret to the gossip queen, at least one of your great secrets.
"Um, hi Ashley," I say. I deliberately say hi to only Ashley, as a signal Paige should leave. How nice can I get?
"I should go, Hazel and I have to talk Spirit Squad," Paige says resigning from the conversation. I guess she caught my warning signs. Paige lifts herself from the locker. "Bye, Hun," she says, to me. I watch her pass and say nothing. Hun? That kills me!
"I take it you don't like her," Ashley chuckles. I tilt my head from side to side.
"Uh, no," I admit. Ashley laughs a little more. I get on with it. "So, you're going to Craig's right? You called your mom after lunch?" I ask. Ashley sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, she said I can't go, that her and Jeff are going out tonight and I need to be home to take care of the house," she says as if it's her worst nightmare. My eyes widen.
"You can't be serious? I can't go alone, I won't go alone," I tell her.
"Please, Elle! If you don't go and I don't go, Craig will think we ditched it for something else! Plus, he needs some input. Don't leave him hanging," Ashley begs. Wow, this is pathetic.
"Ashley, I'm not in love with the guy you are," I say. "I'm not going."
"Ellie, please. I am not in love with him, we're just friends," Ashley persists. I chuckle.
"Friends? C'mon Ashley, you hang on his every word and you praise him like some, Craig God," I shrug. She knows it's true. Ashley laughs.
"All right, all right, maybe a little," she admits. I nod in a smile. "But you need to go, Ellie. Please," she begs once again. I groan and shuffle my feet. She makes pout lips and eyes that look up at me. I laugh.
"Okay, just for a while," I say smirking at her pathetic attempt to be cute. Ashley laughs and nods.
"Thanks, I owe you," she says. I nod in agreement.
"Of course you do," I say half-jokingly.
"See you later, Nash!" she calls as she happily walks away. I give her a quick wave before rolling my eyes and opening my locker.
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I look up at my old boring house and sigh. I walk up the stairs and open the door. The house is dark and only a lamp is on.
"Mom?" I peak over at the couch. She isn't there. I walk into the kitchen and put my bag down on the kitchen table, where I find mom sitting down against the wall with a bottle of half-empty Vodka. "Mom!" I say concerned. I kneel down beside her and try to take the bottle way.
"No!" she says half-present. I sigh. She starts to twist the bottle cap. I try to snatch it again.
"Mom, stop it!" I say almost yelling. I take it from her fingers and sit it on the table. I look down at her, practically sleeping. I sigh again and kneel down. I put her arm over my shoulder and help her to her feet. "C'mon, mom, help me out here," I ask. She mumbles and groans as I basically drag her to the couch. She plops down with her feet hanging off of the couch. I bend down and correct them. I unfold the blanket above her head and neatly cover her up. I stand and observe her. I shake my head. I walk back into the kitchen and put my hands on the edge of the table where my bag, and her bottle of Vodka lay. I tap my fingers in confusion. I can feel the tears start to form. I quickly wipe them away. I have to be strong, for mom and me. I quickly take the bottle of Vodka and pour it into the sink. Not too much comes out. After doing that, I turn on the tap to make sure it has fully washed away. I pick up the bottle and throw it into the trash making a banging noise. I look over at mom, she doesn't move.
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I have cleaned my room in . . . I look at my clock . . . about eight minutes. Good. I go over to my closet. I pull out red and black tank-top with my matching arm warmers. You can still see the cuts still look nasty and red. I haven't cut since Monday, which is good. I'm trying to stop, I'm doing okay I guess. I keep the skirt I have on, the plaid one. I look at myself in the mirror. I tuck my hair behind my ears and fix my necklaces. I shake my head before heading down the stairs. Mom is still in the same position. I sigh away my thoughts. I try to speak loudly.
"I'm going to my friend's house mom, I'll be back in a few hours," I say as I walk past her. She groans. "Okay, is that okay?" I ask. She becomes angry.
"Good-bye, Eleanor!" she shouts. I shudder at the loud sound. I bite my lip and hurry out the door. I shut it behind me. I close my eyes and my head hits the door. Let me just get away from mom, go to Craig's and have some fun.
+ - + - +
I see Craig's house a few feet away. I look at the little piece of paper Ashley gave me with the address. I look back up and observe the house and the address. Yep, this is it. I slowly walk up the cement stairs and approach the door. I ring the doorbell. I wait for a second and I look around the neighborhood. The door cracks open and a familiar face appears.
"Oh, hi, I'm Ellie, Craig asked me to come over and-"
"Oh, yeah, come in," he said opening up the screen door and showing me into the house. I smile and nod and enter. He closes the door. "This way," he says. I follow him hearing my shoes clop on his wooden floor. We walk out his back door and into the garage. The garage has strung lights and electrical outlets everywhere. I look around. Wow. I see Craig being amused by Marco and Jimmy putting his guitar over his head. There is no one behind the drums. Marco spots me.
"Hey, Elle, glad you came," he grinned. I shyly smile.
"Craig, can I talk to you for a sec?" Joey asks. I get out of the way and awkwardly sit down on the couch, which isn't so comfortable.
"Yeah, sure, Joey," Craig says. Joey, that's his name! Even though the two try to whisper, but I hear them quite clearly.
"Hey, I didn't know you were going for her, I thought you were hooked on Ashley? Are you a player now?" Joey asks interested. I chuckle to myself.
"Joey, please! Ellie is my friend," Craig explains. Friend? Joey puts his hands up and backs away.
"My bad, my bad," with that Joey exits. Craig looks at me. I smile. Craig realized I have heard and blushes. Suddenly the door swings open.
"Hey, hey! I have arrived, sorry you had to wait so long, hope I wasn't missed too much," Spinner arrives. I roll my eyes. Spinner observes me. "Look, it's Ellie! Hey, when did you get here?" he asks. He plops down beside me on the couch.
"Apparently before you did," I say looking over at him. He shrugs.
"Spin, uh, maybe you could come do your job?" Jimmy asks. Spinner nods. He walks over behind the drums.
"So, what am I suppose to be the audience?" I ask uncomfortably. Craig nods.
"Sure, just tell us what you think," Craig nods. I nod back.
"Song number one, or number two?" Marco asks. One or two? They don't have names?
"Two," Craig nods. They all agree. Spinner starts it off.
"One, two, four," everyone starts playing and Spinner cracks up. I laugh too at the stupidity. Everyone looks at Spinner. "S-sorry, I just-" he uncontrollably laughs. I cover my mouth. Marco observes me. I stop laughing. Just leaving a smile. "Okay, I won't do it anymore," he promises. "One, two, three." The song starts out okay, low and soft. Then it tones into edgy and sharp. I smile and bob my head to the beat. The guitars sound good. Together and loud. The drums sound good too. I've always wanted to learn to play drums. I look over at Spinner. He nods and smiles as he hits each sound with his little stick thing. I giggle to myself. He looks up at me. His head does one hard nod at me. I smile and shake my head. It sounds really good, but there is no singing. Err . . . . bad. It ends with a long solo strum and a collage of different drumming sounds. I put my thumb up halfway and tilt my head from side to side and give myself a sour face.
"You need a singer," I say looking at all of their faces.
"We know that much," Craig says everyone nods.
"Well then, who's going to be singing?" I ask. They all look at each other. I smile.
"Who do you think?" Craig smiles' knowing it's he. Everyone groans. Craig looks around offended. "What?" he asks. I shake my head.
"Well, how about you, Ellie?" Marco suggests. Everyone gets quiet and looks at me. My eyes widen.
"What about me?" I ask. Not possibly sing.
"Sing," Marco says. I chuckle and stand up. I shake my head.
"Believe me, I c-can't sing," I say. Marco shakes his head.
"I heard you singing in music the other day," he says. "Believe me, you've got all it takes, girl," he says smirking. Me? A good singer? This isn't happening. I stop for a second then I shake my head.
"You guys will make a big mistake if you let me join and sing," I say.
"Ah, c'mon, just think about it," he suggests. I stare at him for a second. Then I look at everyone.
"Okay, I'll think about it," I finally say. Everyone nods.
"Cool, well, uh, lets go out for pizza or something," Craig suggests. Everyone agrees.
"That's cool, you guys go do that, I'll talk to you later," I say starting out the door.
"No, Elle," Marco says sitting his guitar down. I look at him. "Come with us, we'll buy," he says tugging on my arm.
"Okay"