Elena
I don’t know where I am. I am moving as if I’m inside a car. I slowly open my eyes into a squint. I feel pain shooting up my neck. I growl a little as I try to sit. I’m really in a car. I just don’t know whose car. How did I end up here?
Wait…I remember I was locked in a bathroom. I am about to panic when I hear a familiar voice.
“Elena, are you okay? Don’t worry, we are almost home,” she says in a tense voice. She’s driving somehow fast as though someone is chasing her.
“E-Ella?” I try to speak, but the pain I feel all over my body are unbearable. My wrists hurt badly. It must be the rope tied to my hands all night. But how did I get out?
“Elena, I’m sorry.” she says as she drives, and I can hear a little cry from her voice.
I feel a little tipsy, but after blinking a few times, my vision becomes clearer. I’m in my car and Ella is the one driving me home.
“Ella, are you okay? Where did you stay last night?” I’m instantly worried about her now that I get my senses back.
“Don’t worry, about me. That question should be for you. Are you okay? You don’t look good at all. I’m sorry, it’s my fault.” her voice breaks, as she takes a left turn driving into where we live.
“I’m fine.” I struggle to say, swallowing saliva down my throat. My throat feels sore from screaming and crying last night.
“You don’t sound fine, Elena. Let’s get home first.” she says, holding tight to the steering wheel as she drives into the garage. I don’t see Avera’s car around.
Yes, that bitch is out again. I feel I can breathe a little, knowing I won’t be seeing the bitch right now. Not when my whole mind is all messed up. I need to breathe.
“Yes, that’s right.” I say, taking my red hair off the bare skin of my neck. It’s itchy thanks to the alcohol that asshole bathe me with last night.
Ella pulls over in my favorite parking spot, and gets out the car. She turns to the back seat and helps me out. I feel weak, and I can’t really move on my own. I feel boneless, and all thanks to the hell I went through yesterday. Ella supports my body towards the house. We climb the stairs slowly and I groan in pain every step I take. She put me on my bed carefully, then kneels on the floor to take my heels off. When she’s done, she stares at me crying.
“Why are you crying Ella?” I ask, trying to smile even though my cheeks also hurts from Ryan pressing them last night.
“Can’t you see? It’s my fucking fault you are in this state.” she cries out.
I don’t want her to feel at fault. None of the things that happened was her fault. She just didn’t know the Quads well, and it’s all my fault I didn’t stop her last night.
“Don’t fucking try to beat yourself Ella. It’s my fault. I didn’t stop you from going.” I say, as I bring my hand to her caramel hair.
“Go have your bath, we will talk.” she says, tilting her face away. I hear a whimper escape her lips. I don’t ask why she is crying yet, but some part of me knows why she is.
I say nothing, and make my way to the bathroom. I really need a bath like I need to fill my stomach. My skin hurts from the drink, and it feels sticky, I hate the feeling. I soak myself into the hot water in the bathtub and I growl out loudly from the pain shooting up all over my body.
“Elena are you okay?” Ella knocks on the bathroom hearing my loud cry.
“I’m fine.” I bite down the bottom of my lips to not to let out another loud cry.
“You sure?” she sounds skeptical.
“Yeah, I will be done soon. Don’t worry.” I say slowly, shutting my eyes as my breathing calms, while I relax my whole body in the water. It only hurts when you get into the hot water, but as soon as your body get used to the water, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
I relax a bit and try not to remember what happen last night. I don’t want to start crying again. All I need to do now is to be strong and not think about the pain.
I pull myself out of the water after a while, then I grab my towel. I’m wiping my body dry as I step into the room. Ella is still there, waiting for me. She’s sitting on my bed her head in her hands.
“Hey. Are you still crying? Don’t worry about me, I feel good now.” I say, and honestly after taking a hot bath, I feel much better. I smile at her, as she raises her head up. “Can we talk now?” I ask her, and she nods.
I’m not dressed yet and still wrapped with my towel but I don’t mind. She’s more like a younger sister to me and I’ve been naked around her so many times.
“Ella they used you,” I start to say as I catch my breath. “They used you to get to me, Ella.” I tell her. She’s crying again, her tears roll down to her lips, like she truly feels bad.
“I’m sorry. I’m fucking stupid to let them use me,” she says. “I would have listened when you said I shouldn’t go. I thought Darius loved me like he said.” she cries.
I let out a low soft laugh, when I hear Darius and love together. He is a devil in his beautiful nature.
“Don’t beat yourself. Now, do you trust I would never hinder you from anything good? If I do, I’m trying to protect you.” I take her hand into mine.
“I never wanted you to go to school here in the first place, because I knew it wouldn’t be good if the Quads find out you are related to me.” I’m getting a little warm, which feels better but it doesn’t mean my heart is healing from the guilt. My horrible sin of forgetting my Love’s birthday.
“Yes, I’m so sorry. I love you, Elena. Thank you for saving me.” she lowered her head. “Darius is a monster!” she uttered through gritted teeth.
I smile again. They are my mates I know them better. And I know they are not stopping there. Last night was just a warm up.
“Why the fuck are they after you?” she frowns.
I sigh. “They think I tried to ruin Ryan and besides, they are my mates,” I say. “I thought I had truly ruined his dreams until I found out it was something I didn’t even do.” I stand toput on some clothes.
“What?” she asks.
“It’s a rape video of him and someone. They think I did it, but I know someone is framing me because I never did such thing.” I grumble.
“Fuck them all!” Ella yells.
“I know. They want to fuck me too.” I say, putting on some jeans.
“Elena, are you going out? You need to take a rest.” she stands, coming behind me.
“I did a terrible thing. I don’t know if he would ever forgive me.” I turn around to look her in the face. My blue eyes are filling up with tears.
“What Elena?” her brow arch.
“Who in this world would forget her dad’s birthday? I know I went through a lot last night but does that justify forgetting my dad’s birthday?” I’m letting out the cry, I don’t tell her what I saw Avera doing last night. I still don’t know if I should talk with anyone, but until I do, I will continue suffering inside.
“Shh. That’s okay. I understand you, and I’m very sure he is looking at you from up there and saying he understands too.”
Ella pants my back. When I picture what she just said, I burst out in tears, sobbing loudly. It feels like my dad is here. Like I could feel him.
“Dad, can you see or hear me? I’m very sorry for forgetting. Don’t think I’m a bad person like Avera. I can never be her dad.” I say in my heart as I break down on Ella’s shoulder.
After a while, I pull out from her hug. It’s weekend and the day is still bright. I don’t want to visit the cemetery late at night. Now is the time to go.
“I have to go visit him at his grave, Ella.” I tell her, my nose is still so red.
“Yes, do that. I wish I could come along too.” she says in her soft voice.
“Sure, why not? You can.” I say, putting a white top that says, ‘don’t give a fuck, always be happy.’
“I’m sorry. I really need to go visit Andrew’s parents.” she is sobbing.
Shit, now I fully understand why she has been so remorseful. Ryan killed him, and the most annoying thing is that this case will just die. Just some pay will keep the cops shut up, and some compensation to his family.
I feel really terrible. I fucking feel pissed at myself. Everything is my fault from the onset.
“I’m so sorry about that, Ella.” I say, but she doesn’t stop sobbing and I wonder who he is to her. It looks like she knows him for years, and it’s actually the first time I saw him.
“He was my fucking best friend back from California. He followed me here to New York to study with me.” she whimpers horribly. ” He said he couldn’t withstand me leaving California without him. That is why he go to Ivy Prose.” I suddenly feel attacked in my chest.
Fuck! This is so fucked. I feel terrible. I don’t know what else to say so I pull her into a tight hug.
“That’s okay. You need to go now, and I need to leave soon too.” she says.
“Are you going to be fine? And will you go looking like this?” she’s still wearing her night party clothes, and she’s sober.
“No, I will change to something better.” she says sniffing her nose as she wipes her cheeks clean. I try to smile to her even though it is hard.
“You can go in my car. But first, can you drop me off at the cemetery?” my voice cracks a little. I don’t feel like driving today, especially when my body aches. I can’t drive.
“That’s perfect. Thank you, Elena. And I’m sorry again at what I caused you last night.” she lets out a smile but her green eyes are still red from crying
As she is about to step out, she turns back, “Hey, here is your phone. Darius used it to text me while you were unconscious.”
My breathing picks up again knowing that Darius touched my phone.