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 Three; Tears from the clouds
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When we arrived, the Dot was packed! I didn't see a single table available.
"I couldn't be working today, could I?" Spinner said to himself. Craig pointed to a table in the back and another one, further away. Everyone nodded but as we started to the tables, my cell phone rang. Spinner looked back at me. He stayed with me. I looked at my phone, the screen was titled: 911. Must be mom. I put the phone back on my hip.
"Something wrong?" he asks. I nod.
"Yeah, thanks for everything but I have to go, now," I say starting out the door. At first I only hear my shoes but then I hear someone else's, Spinner's.
"Ellie, wait up," he calls. I don't stop. He can't follow me home. If he does, he'll see everything! My house, my mom, my life. Never going to happen. Wait, why would I care what Spinner thinks? This is weird. He walks beside me. I pick up the pace.
"Spin, go back with them, okay? I'll be fine," I say. He shakes his head.
"You look worried, what's wrong?" he asks. I stop.
"Nothing is wrong, Spinner! Just, ugh, just leave me alone; you don't want to get mixed up in my life okay?" I shout. I start to walk away and he grabs onto my arm. I look back at him. He has gripped onto a cut, I cry out. He takes his hand back and I cradle my arm. I look up at him. He looks at my arm and me. Then I turn and walk away.
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"Mom?" I call as I enter the house. I walk deeper into the house. "Mom? Did you call me?" I yell. I look over on the couch. She is sitting up, dozing off. I sit by her side. "Mom, you okay?" I ask. She looks at me. Her eyes sag and her mouth won't even close.
"WhereismyVodka," she slurs. I look down at my feet and into the kitchen. "Eleanor, whereismyvodka?" she asks again. I panic. I just look at her.
"I threw it away mom," I whisper strongly.
"Eleanor! That was my last one!" she shouts sounding quite clearly. I shudder. She comes to her feet shaking. As I start to stand, she does it. She smacks me. Hard. Hard enough that I fall backwards on the couch. I hold my cheek and look up at her. This is the first time in my life my mom has ever hit me, this hard at least. I start to cry. "Getmesomemore," she slurs again as she sits back down beside me. I whimper as I rise to my feet. A couple dollars lie on the table, but I couldn't get any Vodka, it's not legal.
"Okay," I say. I take the money. Just pretend to get some more. Once again, I open the door and close it behind me. I hold my cheek. This is a one-time thing she is too drunk. She just needs some time to cool off, leave her alone for a while. I'll just go . . . somewhere. I walk down the stairs with the money in one hand and my hot cheek in the other. I look up. I'm alone, as planned. I start down the street; no cars pass by, no kids outside. I walk down a deserted alley. Suddenly, everything seems to become shadowed. A loud sound startles me and shakes everything, it seems. I look up and down comes the tears of the clouds. I sit down against one of the walls closing in the alley. I can't tell anymore if it's rain or tears that roll down my cheeks.
A/N: Shorter chapter, hope you like it.
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 Three; Tears from the clouds
+ - + - +
When we arrived, the Dot was packed! I didn't see a single table available.
"I couldn't be working today, could I?" Spinner said to himself. Craig pointed to a table in the back and another one, further away. Everyone nodded but as we started to the tables, my cell phone rang. Spinner looked back at me. He stayed with me. I looked at my phone, the screen was titled: 911. Must be mom. I put the phone back on my hip.
"Something wrong?" he asks. I nod.
"Yeah, thanks for everything but I have to go, now," I say starting out the door. At first I only hear my shoes but then I hear someone else's, Spinner's.
"Ellie, wait up," he calls. I don't stop. He can't follow me home. If he does, he'll see everything! My house, my mom, my life. Never going to happen. Wait, why would I care what Spinner thinks? This is weird. He walks beside me. I pick up the pace.
"Spin, go back with them, okay? I'll be fine," I say. He shakes his head.
"You look worried, what's wrong?" he asks. I stop.
"Nothing is wrong, Spinner! Just, ugh, just leave me alone; you don't want to get mixed up in my life okay?" I shout. I start to walk away and he grabs onto my arm. I look back at him. He has gripped onto a cut, I cry out. He takes his hand back and I cradle my arm. I look up at him. He looks at my arm and me. Then I turn and walk away.
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"Mom?" I call as I enter the house. I walk deeper into the house. "Mom? Did you call me?" I yell. I look over on the couch. She is sitting up, dozing off. I sit by her side. "Mom, you okay?" I ask. She looks at me. Her eyes sag and her mouth won't even close.
"WhereismyVodka," she slurs. I look down at my feet and into the kitchen. "Eleanor, whereismyvodka?" she asks again. I panic. I just look at her.
"I threw it away mom," I whisper strongly.
"Eleanor! That was my last one!" she shouts sounding quite clearly. I shudder. She comes to her feet shaking. As I start to stand, she does it. She smacks me. Hard. Hard enough that I fall backwards on the couch. I hold my cheek and look up at her. This is the first time in my life my mom has ever hit me, this hard at least. I start to cry. "Getmesomemore," she slurs again as she sits back down beside me. I whimper as I rise to my feet. A couple dollars lie on the table, but I couldn't get any Vodka, it's not legal.
"Okay," I say. I take the money. Just pretend to get some more. Once again, I open the door and close it behind me. I hold my cheek. This is a one-time thing she is too drunk. She just needs some time to cool off, leave her alone for a while. I'll just go . . . somewhere. I walk down the stairs with the money in one hand and my hot cheek in the other. I look up. I'm alone, as planned. I start down the street; no cars pass by, no kids outside. I walk down a deserted alley. Suddenly, everything seems to become shadowed. A loud sound startles me and shakes everything, it seems. I look up and down comes the tears of the clouds. I sit down against one of the walls closing in the alley. I can't tell anymore if it's rain or tears that roll down my cheeks.
A/N: Shorter chapter, hope you like it.