I kept running until I stopped right in front of Ellie’s house. Zayn was only a couple of steps behind me and to my shock he pulled out a key.
“What? My best mate’s brother is dating her. We practically live here!” his voice had gone higher pitched than before and the lights began blinding me again. I sighed while Zayn fiddled with the lock. It opened and we both ran inside at the speed of light. Slamming the door closed, Zayn puffed and said,
“I really gotta quit smoking!” perfect!
“Yes, ‘cos if we are going to be together, I don’t want any tobacco breath!” smirks where plastered on the ‘ear wiggers on the stairs’ faces.
“Hey Penny! So, what’s this about you and Zayn here?” her voice had sarcastic swimming through it.
“Oh, like you don’t know you bunch of…people!” stalling, for I didn’t wish to use inappropriate language in front of five, no six, strangers.
“Hi, I’m Harry! This is Niall,” a boy, who I would say curly haired but then there are two of them, said. He kissed who I would guess was Niall on the lips before continuing. “Them two back there are Louis and Liam.” His thumb pointed behind him, a boy with shaved at the bottom and just hair at the top looked at over. He mouthed “Liam,” at me before turning to Louis, the other one, and whispering something into his ear. Louis suddenly shot me a grin and winking.
“I’m Marcel,” muttered a large male, I honestly thought the words came from Harry. He was the one, the identical brother or clone. Zayn did mention about one of his friends having a brother. Harry and Marcel both had chocolate brown hair and glamorous emerald eyes. Lucky bitch Ellie! Ellie shot me a glare, as if reading my mind.
“You got Zayn or do you wish for my boyfriend?” Oh my god, why can’t she ever shut her mouth? God, this is where everything goes wrong! I took a small step backwards to find myself bumping into Zayn-again. I felt heat run to my face as I clasped my hands together and looking to the floor.
“You are everything and nothing like your sister. I like new people, they bring new things.” Zayn had bent down next to my ear and when he said ‘bring new things’ one thing only went to my mind-causing me to blush.
“So, what is this favor you wanted me to do?” I asked and Ellie’s smile turned into a bigger one.
“Oh, no worry! You seem to have sorted it out yourself.” She looked at Marcel who had turned around to pick up the phone which was silently ringing.
“Ellie, it’s for you.” Marcel held out the phone for Ellie to take and she picked it up hesitantly.
“Hello…yes this is her…oh really…hell no! Fuck you if you think you are fucking getting back into my life…go to hell Hades!” she slammed the phone down and stormed up the stairs. “Sorry ‘bout my language!” she hollered before coming back down.
“Ellebell? What is it?” that was the nick name I always called her in senior school. Tears brimmed her eyes and spilled over.
“It’s my dad! He wants to see me.” I was shocked, after all the things he had done! Why the hell would he suddenly think he could get back into her life?
“Allow him,” Liam attempted to convince, “Give him a chance and if he isn’t any better then call the police.” He continued when no one replied.
“That’s a perfect idea. Thanks Liam!” she cheered before grabbing my coat-which was laying at the bottom of the stairs-placing it over her shoulders and running out of the door.
“Do you think I should go with her?” Marcel asked before pivoting to walk up of the stairs.
“No, she is probably going to want some time alone with her dad, he might’ve changed,” Niall spoke to Marcel though the famous boyfriend of Ellie was stubborn.
“Exactly, might have! He could take her to an abandon place and do gods know what! That’s it,” with that I pushed myself off of the wall I was leaning on and went into the kitchen. There laid Ellie’s bag. I grabbed it with ease and went to walk out the door.
“What are you doing with her bag?” Louis asked me like I was a lunatic.
“Give me five seconds would ya?” that came out harsher than it was supposed to be. Coincidently, five seconds later a knock rattled on the door. Zayn opened it and stepped aside.
“Penelope, please tell me you got my message!” that honey blonde haired girl cried.
“What the telepathic one? Yeah but please Ellebell let Marcel come with you.” I really was truly worried for her. I knew that he would protect her and be good for Ellie so I trusted him.
“No, I need him to know I trust him. Otherwise he won’t be doing anything good. Thanks Penny, sorry baby.” I didn’t see her turn but I heard a car switch on and a deep husky voice saying ‘already now?’ he sounded pissed off.
“Really, she trusts that voice. I’m sorry but too much is at risk.” Marcel ran out of the door as he was, I didn’t know how he was going to find Ellie.
“So, while we have spare time, why don’t you guys tell me this big and exciting thing Ellie was rambling on about earlier?” I walked into the living room and sat on the couch.
~Ellie’s pov~
“This is for all the times I couldn’t beat the fuck out of you!” Gary screamed at me while throwing kicks at my stomach continuously. I didn’t understand, all I had said was, ‘why?’ He started only as accusing me of being irresponsible and then he began slapping me. He got bored after a couple so then he was doing the full beating. I pushed my hands out and griped a chunk of his hair. My eyes tightened as I felt the itchy grass brush against my neck. I told him parks were not good for my allergies. The sun beamed on my face and soon his hands, which we clenching at my throat, loosened and removed. I sucked in a deep gulp of air before opening my eyes to see: the love of my life and my so called father practically ribbing each other’s limbs apart. I slowly sat up and refilled my lungs with air. My knees where weak and I was shaking like I’d been in the cold for months. My throat was dry as I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got caught up on my tongue for what I saw.
Two wolves, on small and petty with sandy fur and a limp leg. Another one was the darkest black I’d ever seen; a large scratch covered his eye. The sandy one was unmistakably my boyfriend so the other must be my dad. It made sense for if you are a wolf; it means your family is descended from wolves-not apes.
I stand up so fast that my head spins. After shaking it furiously I take one lethal step towards the two wolves. Before I know it I’m centimeters away. One step from sudden death. When they both pull away I take a step so that they’re right in front of me. Their muzzles lowered yet growls still rippled from their throats.
“Enough! This has gone too far, now change back into normal form-and that’s an order!” my voice was stern and instructive. Marcel changed instantly and placed his spare shorts on, scowling at my father the whole time. Dad stayed the same the whole time, sat like a dog giving Marcel the ‘evils.’ “I said change you dirty mutt!” My fists were clenched into tight balls and my toes curled. I knew that I was about to blow any second, so did Marcel.
“Baby, just leave him, come on I need your help and you need mine,” his soft whisper chimed into my ear and went straight to my heart. My hairs stood on ends and hands relaxed. I slowly quarter turned but before walking away I turned my head and spat,
“Expect the police, dog!” at the black figure that then looked hurt and broken. I couldn’t walk on my left leg which Gary had probably broken with his unbreakable knee. After what seemed like hours of walking and wincing we made it back home and I sat on the chair, which was luckily in the hallway. I practically collapsed.
“I’m fine, just shocked and confused and amazed and probably not that much okay,” Penelope, crap, they had told her. I raised my index finger to my lips and pointed to the living room before Marcel walked into the living room. He nodded and crept up the stairs. I took a few heavy breaths before standing up with caution and failing at silently walking up the steps.
“Who’s there?” Penelope’s voice was petrified as I tried to quickly scramble up the stairs. Clumsy me, I tripped over my own foot, back flipping half way down the stair and landing on my back, causing my head to whack the ground. I let out a groan and mumbled, ‘Ow,’ before any one came.
“God Ellie, are you okay?” Liam murmured and then laughed at my reply.
“I’m fine; these injuries aren’t from the stairs, maybe a few. Though I can’t feel anything, good thing I’m pretty indestructible!” A hand was placed in front of my face and I took it without some much as a sigh. I was hauled up by almighty strength. I looked at my helper to see Liam and-surprise surprise-another woman. “Not again, Liam you do realize there is a woman behind you. Her eyes look psychotic and her hair is a deep brown. I’m guessing I’m seeing that woman you were talking about earlier?” I took a closer look at her, abruptly she pulled out a dagger and aimed it at his back, “Oh, and she’s got a…dagger.” Before I could even move she shot it straight through his back, though it just dematerialized in her hand.
“Well, that’s interesting,” Marcel whispered, suddenly right next to me. I tilted me head back on his shoulder for support. Liam and Louis had now left the room and shut the kitchen door-I had a few ideas for what they were doing. Penny and Zayn had their hands held and were gathering their stuff.
“Wanna go back to my place?” Zayn asked her and she nodded. She did a quick wave goodbye before opening my front door and walking out.
“We’ll be upstairs if you need us,” I told Niall and Harry, “Just don’t go into the kitchen, you might see something you don’t like!” my injuries where all healed by now and I ran up the stairs with ease.
I lay on the bed and huffed, “Before we do anything, I need to call the cops,” Marcel nodded and wiped his fore head. I typed in the number 999 (I am English) and on the second ring a male voice answered.
“Emergency-which service do you require?” he asked in a mechanical tone.
“Police…please,” I replied, my heart thumping like it was going to break through my rib bones.
“Name, address of suspect and emergency,” this wasn’t a question, it was an order.
“Ellie Goodson,” I told him the address of my father, “Physical abuse,” the word abuse made me feel sick and suddenly I wished for anything but him to get free of his charges. He hung up once I finished saying what I had to say and I guessed I would have to wait.
“Baby girl I’m tired, can we just sleep for a bit?” Marcel asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and gently sucking upon my neck. I moaned and nodded,
“Yes, I’m tired but before I sleep,” I finished my sentence off by giving him a long and passionate kiss. “I’m sorry, for everything,” our lips reconnected again and Marcel lifted me up so I wrapped my legs around his hips. “I thought we were meant to be sleeping?”
“We can do that later,” his solution was simple and easy, it worked for me.
Blackness, everywhere. Until a sudden and simple flame sparked around me. I walked up to it and suddenly is circled me. Rhydian was in the circle too, wearing a blue leather jacket and black jeans. A top with Satan on it and red converse.
“I’m coming back for you, Ellie, remember that,” his voice was velvet yet a hiss as well. Suddenly the devil himself appeared and snatched me up with his large hands. He smiled at me before his face melted and transformed into my fathers.
“Die, pretty please you bitch!” his voice was sour and hatred flicked off of his tongue. Suddenly one of the surrounding walls turned into water held back from glass. Marcel was banging against not being able to breathe.
“Let him out! Get him out!” I screamed repetitively though it seemed like no one heard.
I woke up to myself sweating like I was in the desert. I wiped it away with my hand and sat up. Marcel was still fast sleep, he looked so peaceful. His gorgeous brown curls pushed back and his lips puckered. I gently kissed him on the fore head and lay back down. His long and bulky arm suddenly wrapped around my stomach and pushed me closer to him. I crashed into his naked body and slithered my hands around his body.
“I was thinking last night; I think I’m going to cut my hair, like really short.” I mumbled into his ear while he gently kissed my breasts. Marcel gently nodded his head and rubbed his nose against my neck when I entwined one of my legs with his. His groin was pressed against my crotch so I let out a little moan into Marcel’s ear. “You’re quiet today,” I commented but he pulled away and looked me deeply in the eye.
“That’s because I’m thinking of how much I love you, and how much I hope last night got you pregnant. I didn’t go sleep last night ‘til like three because I was praying to god so much,” he voice was husky, like he was going to break into tears in any second.
“I know,” I whispered while running my fingers through his hair, “I wish for that too, I love you too. Hey, what time is it?” I was in desperation trying to change the subject, so I didn’t have to see my Marcel cry.
“Probably noon judging by the sun. Just guessing ‘cos my trousers are so far away because of someone,” he sounded so lifeless and tired.
“Go back to bed Marcel, sorry for waking you. I’ll dress you sleep…that’s an order.” He softly laughed before closing his beautiful eyes and soon after began to quietly snore.
“We talked to your mother and brother and they have proved that Gary has abused you and them. With this proof he will be sentenced for life in jail.” Spoke a chirpy feminine voice. A grin spread upon my face and I mouthed ‘thank you’ to no one in particular. This was more god news.
I sat at my computer desk and opened up my laptop, typing in my current password. The first thing I went on was Google; a crappy computer like mine takes a long time. When it had finally loaded it was simple, I typed in Miley Cyrus and found the exact hair style I was going to have-one way or another. I saved that current page and closed my lap top. It really bores me after a while. I sat feeling useless but once thirty minutes had passed, I decided to make a late breakfast. I made us some butter smothered toast, juicy bacon, scrambled eggs, succulent sausages and a cup of fresh orange squash. Full of calories but I would exercise that off later. It was piping hot so I decided to wake Marcel up for the food.
“No Olivia, I don’t care if he was just a fling I’m in love with Ellie. I don’t want you back! In fact, I’m going to ask her to marry me. Yeah so stuff it. Later.” I couldn’t believe what I heard Marcel say. I had managed to noiselessly sprint up the stairs and was about to walk through when I heard his phone ring. I was that boring ‘ring ring’ tone and I smiled and shook my head. Then it was silent for a while until he said that. Heat covered my face, why was I blushing? The tension was too much and I had to walk through the door. Marcel was walking around and tidying the room while I stood there and felt uncomfortable.
“I heard what you said baby,” my voice sounded over the moon and I was. Marcel to long and large steps towards me. When we where face to face, millimeters apart, he bent down on one knee and I clasped my hands together behind my back. I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. He brought out a small black fabric box and opened it. It was silver with an average sized diamond in the middle. Two sapphire gems where one each side of the glistering ring. His emerald eyes stared at mine but soon his face blurred for my ugly eyes began to water.
“Ellie, will you marry me?”