Ellarie Mayflower. Highschool senior with a bright future but a dark past. She keeps to herself because of her fear of hurting anyone else.
Will anyone notice her and care enough to save her?
Will she be able to run away from this preventing lifes...
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Tuesday afternoon I came home to my father making dinner with a girl in the kitchen. I stayed at the entrance of the kitchen staring at the both of them.
I cleared my throat to make my father acknowledge my presence.
"Hey El how was school today?" He's going to open by asking how my day was? I don't think so.
"Who is this?" Motioning my eyes toward this light haired slim women who sat before the countertop watching my father cook.
He waited a couple of seconds to answer. He went over to her and held her outreached hand across the counter.
"This is Lily Clump, my girlfriend." I stared at my father in shock. Is this what he's been doing during his 'business trips?'
I wasn't angry at the fact that he was dating again. I am angry that he didn't tell me about her before hand. I have so many questions running through my head but one stuck out the most.
"How long?" The question came out with a tent of sadness in my voice.
"What do you mean?" He looked confused by the question, still holding Lily's hand. I held onto my tears as hard as I could. I am not going to cry in front of them.
"How long have you to been seeing each other?" I wanted to know. He's been hiding something important from me.
"Six months," he said barely auditable now looking at the floor. That's when his so called 'business trips' started. I should have known.
"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice was shaking. I needed to hear his answer before I left.
"I know how much you loved your mother. I didn't want to tell you until I knew you were ready, but this relationship was becoming serious and I knew I could keep this from you any longer." He started walking toward me.
"How could you." I glowered at him then turned to ran out of the house.
This might seem petty to you, but to me, it wasn't. He was risking another women's life again just by being seen with each other in public. How could he do this to her?
I ran. I ran as fast as I could to the cliff. I wanted mom to hear me, I wanted to talk to her.
"Mom! Please! Can you help me!" I screamed.
I couldn't do this again. I didn't want to get attached to anyone any more. I can't lose anymore people who are important to me, who I care about, who I love.
I wanted to know what mom felt. She knew it was dangerous but she still stayed. It's what we do for love I guess.
I sat at the edge of the cliff looking out.
This, feeling. It's all too familiar. I've felt this before. This emptiness, this feeling of not feeling. You feel nothing even though you want to feel something, anything.
Pain.
That's what I go to. If I feel pain I'll be able to feel again. I hated feeling empty. It makes me think of things I couldn't imagine of doing to myself. I want this to stop. I wanted to stop thinking. I wanted it to stop.
I stood up now looking directly down. What would it feel like?
That thought repeated in my head. Is it worth it. Honestly I'm not sure anymore. Why am I here. I don't know. Then walk forward, run into your mothers arms again.
"No!" I yelled at myself. "I have to be strong for my father." I was clutching my head, sobbing into my hands telling myself I didn't want this.
"Ellarie?" I heard someone voice.
A calming, masculine voice spoke behind me. I turned to see Daniel walking closer but stopped when I turned around and looked at him.
"What are you doing?" He took a step forward. His eyes were wide looking at me then the cliff.
"Please. Make it stop." I started sobbing again. I can't deal with this anymore. Nothing helps. I've tried everything I could think of. The pills the counselors the physiatrist the letting go. Maybe I am not meant to be helped. Maybe I am supposed to be this way.
"Ellarie come here. Please walk away from the cliff. Let me help you."
I wasn't sure what I was doing until I felt his arms around me. Holding me close. I suddenly can't remember the last time I have received a hug. I felt cared for and warm and loved. I'm sure he doesn't love me; we just met.
"It'll be okay Ella." He held me right with one arm around my back and the other holding my head close to his chest.
"Do you want to talk? If not that's okay I don't want to force you to talk to me. I want you to do it in your own time. I know how tough it is and I'll be here for you, always." I loved feeling like this. Him holding me close and saying all the right words. I want this feeling to last forever. I wanted us.
"Thank you. I don't know where you came from but thank you." I heard him laugh a little before answering.
"I was running and heard someone screaming. I went to go look for them and it turned out to be you." He rested his head on my head. I wanted this to last forever.
"Why are you so nice to me?" I hugged him as tight as I could which wasn't much. He stroked my head and I have never felt this comfortable with someone for a long time.
"Because I see that you a broken, and I want to help you and be with you through every step. I-I care about you." I looked up into his deep blue eyes.
"I want to care for you to." I went back to hugging him with my cheek on his chest. I'm not letting him go. I can't let him go.
