Ellie couldn't sleep. She hadn't slept well since her dad left, with the exception of last night. She felt safe at Sean's house. Like everything was fine. Which was the exact opposite of what she was feeling right now. *Something's happening. Something bad is happening.* She couldn't tell what it was, but she didn't like it.
Ellie jumped out of her bed and slid on a pair of sneakers. She made sure her mom was asleep in her room, before grabbing a sweatshirt and heading out into the cold, rainy night.
Tracker sat at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. *I wonder if he went to that girl's house that stayed here last night. What was her name?*
Somebody moaned on the couch. Tracker grabbed the wastebasket from under the sink, and set it in front of his father.
*Soon as they wake up, they're gone. Why were they even in Toronto? Wasaga Beach is almost three thousand miles from here.*
Tracker became suspicious, and was startled when there was a knock at the door. He looked through the peephole, and saw a soaked girl standing outside.
He quickly opened the door, and ushered the girl inside. As she removed her hood, he recognized her as the girl that had slept over.
"I'm sorry for coming by so late . . .is Sean here?" The girl asked.
"Hi, I'm Tracker," he introduced himself pointedly.
"Oh,"she shook his hand, "I'm Ellie. We kinda met a couple days ago."
Tracker nodded, "So why are you here so late? Or early," he added as he looked at the clock.
"I just wanted to talk to Sean," Ellie didn't want to go into too many details.
Tracker knew there was something else going on, "He's not here. I kind of figured he would've been with you."
Ellie took a deep breath. *He wouldn't be with Jay? Would he? That would just be stupid. Jay would kill him. Sean told Ms. Hatzilakos that Jay was involved. Right? . . .*
"He's probably out with some of his friends," Tracker tried to reassure her. *She looks so worried.* When he said that, she looked even more concerned.
"Ellie, do you know what Sean's up to?" he asked.
Ellie shook her head, and put her hood back up, "No, you're probably right. I should be going."
She ran outside before Tracker could stop her.
Sean stared up at the dark building. *I hope Jay will hear me out.* He went inside, and ran up the stairs to Jay's floor. *Which one is it?* He couldn't remember which apartment belonged to Jay. His parents were hardly ever home, which explained why the place was so messy. The last time he had been in there, there were ants crawling all over, and it smelled like crap.
Sean heard the faint sound of music coming from down the hall. He knocked on the door from which it was coming from.
The door was swung open, and the smell of smoke and alcohol drifted out, "You little bastard," Sean looked at person who had opened the door. It was Brad, "You screwed my face up!" He said as he motioned to his nose.
"Believe me, it was an improvement," Sean commented as he shoved Brad aside, and went into the apartment.
*I have to find Jay.* Sean noticed people staring at him as he pushed his way through the crowd with Towerz' jacket.
He found Towers lying on the couch with a beer in his hand. *He doesn't waste any time, does he?* Sean threw the jacket at Towerz, and kept walking.
He finally found Jay standing in the kitchen with Brad. He watched as Brad spotted him, and pointed a long, bony finger at him. *Oh crap.*
Jay shoved people out of his way, as he tried to get to Sean. Sean let Jay grab him by his hood, and drag him out into the hall.
Jay shut the door so nobody else would be able to see what happened.
Jay took a deep breath, "What the hell is your problem?"
Sean raised one eyebrow, "You're not gonna try to hit me?"
Jay shook his head, "Been there. Done that. As I recall, I lost, right?" He crossed his arms, "Seriously, Sean, what is going on?"
Sean shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno what you mean Jay."
"The other night. We stopped by like we said we would. You weren't home."
"I was with a few of my old friends," Sean defended himself.
Jay ignored his comment, "We catch you hanging out with those homos," Jay pointed out.
"I was just talking with them."
"Then we make a couple jokes about that freak show you were with, and you completely lose it."
"She's my friend, and I don't like it when people mess with my friends," Sean clenched his jaw.
"And neither do I. So what the hell were you thinking when you stole Towerz' jacket?" Jay asked, remaining calm.
"She knows," Sean said simply, "She knows we stole from her house."
It took Jay a second to comprehend, "Who told her? Sean, if you were the one that ratted us out . . ."
Jay wasn't too concerned. Nobody really cared what he did. His parents hardly even knew he existed, much less cared what he did.
But Towerz hated Sean. If he got in trouble for something Sean said, he would make sure Sean's life became a living hell.
Sean looked at the ground, "If I can get her back the stuff we took, she says she won't tell anyone. Jay, you have to help me."
Jay shook his head, "No. I've saved your ass enough times. But here," he handed Sean a silver slave bracelet, and about two hundred bucks, "Don't tell anybody. I don't want them to think I've got favorites,"he said over his shoulder as he walked back into the apartment.
Sean slowly made his way back down the stairs, and out onto the street. *Okay. I have a total of two-hundred-fifty-two dollars, a silver locket, and a bracelet. Maybe I can do this.*
Ellie sat on the livingroom couch as lightning flashed outside. She stared at the TV which wasn't even turned on. *Would he really have been stupid enough to go and see Jay? I know I don't completely understand what Sean likes about Jay and the gang, but he thinks they empathize with him. I wish he knew he was better than them. I wish he would realize that the things he does affect others.*
The lamp that sat on the table beside the couch shut off. It brought Ellie out of her daze, and she stood up to turn on the light. She flipped the switch. Nothing happened. *Great. This is just great. The power's out.*
Ellie knew it would only take a couple seconds before she'd notice the electric heater had turned off, so she grabbed a comforter off her bed. As she passed by her mom's room, she noticed her mom was on top of the covers. Ellie sighed before grabbing two blankets out of the hall closet, and covering her mom up.
She threw her comforter on the couch, and went to the kitchen to grab a couple candles and a lighter.
She lit a few vanilla scented candles in the livingroom, and as she put the candles back in the emergency cupboard, she saw a sewing kit.
Ellie bit her lower lip as she looked around cautiously. *What's the point in even looking. Nobody's here. Even if someone was, it's not like they'd care.*
She snatched the sewing kit off the shelf, and returned to her spot on the couch. She pulled a needle out of the packet, and pulled her sleeve back. *I don't want to bother people with my problems. They have more important things going on in there lives. Ms. Suave shouldn't even waste her time.*
Ellie hesitated for a second before pulling the needle against the underside of her arm, and relaxing as she saw the satisfying sight of blood coming to the surface.
A/N:
Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! We had this dance at school that I helped plan and decorate, so that took some time. I'm supposed to be finishing my report on John Greenleaf Whittier, but I'm kinda procrastinating . . .
Anyway, I still think I have the best reviewers ever! Quick thanks to: PsYcHoJo, quiet110, dancewithme2006, musikchik, JustAnotherDream, and Poppyseed. You guys are awesome!
~*~Sammi~*~
Ellie jumped out of her bed and slid on a pair of sneakers. She made sure her mom was asleep in her room, before grabbing a sweatshirt and heading out into the cold, rainy night.
Tracker sat at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. *I wonder if he went to that girl's house that stayed here last night. What was her name?*
Somebody moaned on the couch. Tracker grabbed the wastebasket from under the sink, and set it in front of his father.
*Soon as they wake up, they're gone. Why were they even in Toronto? Wasaga Beach is almost three thousand miles from here.*
Tracker became suspicious, and was startled when there was a knock at the door. He looked through the peephole, and saw a soaked girl standing outside.
He quickly opened the door, and ushered the girl inside. As she removed her hood, he recognized her as the girl that had slept over.
"I'm sorry for coming by so late . . .is Sean here?" The girl asked.
"Hi, I'm Tracker," he introduced himself pointedly.
"Oh,"she shook his hand, "I'm Ellie. We kinda met a couple days ago."
Tracker nodded, "So why are you here so late? Or early," he added as he looked at the clock.
"I just wanted to talk to Sean," Ellie didn't want to go into too many details.
Tracker knew there was something else going on, "He's not here. I kind of figured he would've been with you."
Ellie took a deep breath. *He wouldn't be with Jay? Would he? That would just be stupid. Jay would kill him. Sean told Ms. Hatzilakos that Jay was involved. Right? . . .*
"He's probably out with some of his friends," Tracker tried to reassure her. *She looks so worried.* When he said that, she looked even more concerned.
"Ellie, do you know what Sean's up to?" he asked.
Ellie shook her head, and put her hood back up, "No, you're probably right. I should be going."
She ran outside before Tracker could stop her.
Sean stared up at the dark building. *I hope Jay will hear me out.* He went inside, and ran up the stairs to Jay's floor. *Which one is it?* He couldn't remember which apartment belonged to Jay. His parents were hardly ever home, which explained why the place was so messy. The last time he had been in there, there were ants crawling all over, and it smelled like crap.
Sean heard the faint sound of music coming from down the hall. He knocked on the door from which it was coming from.
The door was swung open, and the smell of smoke and alcohol drifted out, "You little bastard," Sean looked at person who had opened the door. It was Brad, "You screwed my face up!" He said as he motioned to his nose.
"Believe me, it was an improvement," Sean commented as he shoved Brad aside, and went into the apartment.
*I have to find Jay.* Sean noticed people staring at him as he pushed his way through the crowd with Towerz' jacket.
He found Towers lying on the couch with a beer in his hand. *He doesn't waste any time, does he?* Sean threw the jacket at Towerz, and kept walking.
He finally found Jay standing in the kitchen with Brad. He watched as Brad spotted him, and pointed a long, bony finger at him. *Oh crap.*
Jay shoved people out of his way, as he tried to get to Sean. Sean let Jay grab him by his hood, and drag him out into the hall.
Jay shut the door so nobody else would be able to see what happened.
Jay took a deep breath, "What the hell is your problem?"
Sean raised one eyebrow, "You're not gonna try to hit me?"
Jay shook his head, "Been there. Done that. As I recall, I lost, right?" He crossed his arms, "Seriously, Sean, what is going on?"
Sean shrugged his shoulders, "I dunno what you mean Jay."
"The other night. We stopped by like we said we would. You weren't home."
"I was with a few of my old friends," Sean defended himself.
Jay ignored his comment, "We catch you hanging out with those homos," Jay pointed out.
"I was just talking with them."
"Then we make a couple jokes about that freak show you were with, and you completely lose it."
"She's my friend, and I don't like it when people mess with my friends," Sean clenched his jaw.
"And neither do I. So what the hell were you thinking when you stole Towerz' jacket?" Jay asked, remaining calm.
"She knows," Sean said simply, "She knows we stole from her house."
It took Jay a second to comprehend, "Who told her? Sean, if you were the one that ratted us out . . ."
Jay wasn't too concerned. Nobody really cared what he did. His parents hardly even knew he existed, much less cared what he did.
But Towerz hated Sean. If he got in trouble for something Sean said, he would make sure Sean's life became a living hell.
Sean looked at the ground, "If I can get her back the stuff we took, she says she won't tell anyone. Jay, you have to help me."
Jay shook his head, "No. I've saved your ass enough times. But here," he handed Sean a silver slave bracelet, and about two hundred bucks, "Don't tell anybody. I don't want them to think I've got favorites,"he said over his shoulder as he walked back into the apartment.
Sean slowly made his way back down the stairs, and out onto the street. *Okay. I have a total of two-hundred-fifty-two dollars, a silver locket, and a bracelet. Maybe I can do this.*
Ellie sat on the livingroom couch as lightning flashed outside. She stared at the TV which wasn't even turned on. *Would he really have been stupid enough to go and see Jay? I know I don't completely understand what Sean likes about Jay and the gang, but he thinks they empathize with him. I wish he knew he was better than them. I wish he would realize that the things he does affect others.*
The lamp that sat on the table beside the couch shut off. It brought Ellie out of her daze, and she stood up to turn on the light. She flipped the switch. Nothing happened. *Great. This is just great. The power's out.*
Ellie knew it would only take a couple seconds before she'd notice the electric heater had turned off, so she grabbed a comforter off her bed. As she passed by her mom's room, she noticed her mom was on top of the covers. Ellie sighed before grabbing two blankets out of the hall closet, and covering her mom up.
She threw her comforter on the couch, and went to the kitchen to grab a couple candles and a lighter.
She lit a few vanilla scented candles in the livingroom, and as she put the candles back in the emergency cupboard, she saw a sewing kit.
Ellie bit her lower lip as she looked around cautiously. *What's the point in even looking. Nobody's here. Even if someone was, it's not like they'd care.*
She snatched the sewing kit off the shelf, and returned to her spot on the couch. She pulled a needle out of the packet, and pulled her sleeve back. *I don't want to bother people with my problems. They have more important things going on in there lives. Ms. Suave shouldn't even waste her time.*
Ellie hesitated for a second before pulling the needle against the underside of her arm, and relaxing as she saw the satisfying sight of blood coming to the surface.
A/N:
Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! We had this dance at school that I helped plan and decorate, so that took some time. I'm supposed to be finishing my report on John Greenleaf Whittier, but I'm kinda procrastinating . . .
Anyway, I still think I have the best reviewers ever! Quick thanks to: PsYcHoJo, quiet110, dancewithme2006, musikchik, JustAnotherDream, and Poppyseed. You guys are awesome!
~*~Sammi~*~