We don't belong.

Chapter 1; His blood.

Ella's POV

I woke up to the sound of rain patting against the window. My view was dark, all I could see was the glum light shining from the window and the empty spot besides my bed.

There's one person in the world that hates me. Why must it be you?

I sighed and looked to my phone. No calls. No texts. No 'I love you'.

Of course, it was expected. But I thought maybe, just maybe, craig changed his mind.

I got up and walked to the kitchen. I got out a bowl and poured cereal in it.

Cheerios.

Craig's favorite.

Why? I don't know. He always got, well, cheery when he ate them.

I grabbed the Cheerios box and stared at it for a few seconds. Never would I have ever envied Cheerios like I have now.

Craig has always loved them. He forever will. But me?

I shoved the Cheerios box into the cabinet and slid down to the kitchen floor, my back against the lower cabinets.

"I really.. really.. messed up." I sighed into my arms.

I took my phone out of my pocket and went to Craig's message conversation.

Me
Craig, I've been texting you all night. Please, just at least, let me know you're okay.

I dropped my phone and rested my head in my arms. I was still sitting there on the floor, but this time with a spark of hope.

Then, I heard a ding.

Me
Craig, I've been texting you all night. Please, just at least, let me know you're okay.

Craig <3
I'm okay. Leave me alone.

I sighed and started chuckling to myself .

Of course.

Of. Fucking. Course.

I blew it. The only thing I had. Gone.

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It's been a few days since I had last texted Craig. I've been laying in my bed wondering when he's going to change his mind.

When he's going to notice his blood leaving my hands.

When he's going to notice I'm trying to hard to clean it.

But somehow, he thinks I'm cleaning that shirt with a white shirt. His white shirt.

But you can wash it, right? You can get rid of the red. Right? Please?

You know what? I'm going to make him see it. I'm going to bring us back together. I can do it. Of course I can.

I got up from my bed and hopped right into the shower. I scrubbed away until I felt like I was good enough.

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. CRAIG'S APARTMENT .
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My stomach was flipping. Did Craig love me like I loved him? Still?

I knocked on the door 3 times.

His favorite number.

Craig opened the door. His eyes were dark, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. Just like me.

"Craig.." I looked at him, his expression went soft when his eyes met mine.

"Ella you shouldn't-" His eyes saddened.

"Craig, please, give me one more chance."

"You had your chance a while ago. Do you ever take a hint? We're done. Get over it."

I backed away, almost stumbling on my feet. Is he serious? No. He can't be.

"Craig. Please, just let me explain"

"Fine. You have 5 minutes."

What did happen? I don't remember.

Wait.

I think I do.

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1 WEEK AGO. THE NIGHT OF THE INCIDENT.

I drank until I couldn't give up. I was determined to drink every bottle in the alcohol shelf.

Why? Craig is cheating . I know he is.

I was hanging out with tommy(innit). He was always there for me when Craig wasn't. Like he is right now.

We were both pretty wasted. We both drank the same amount of alcohol and as drunk as a alcoholic who got divorced.

"Hey- t-tommy. I-" He glanced over at me, smiling and goofy.

"Hey ella" He scooted over towards me. His face was near mine.

He leaned in and kissed me.

It feels wrong.

We're both drunk, we both do not know what we're doing.

"Ella?!"

I turned to see Craig standing in my living room. The shopping bags left his hands.

"C-"

He ran out the door.

He wasn't with another girl. He was shopping for me.

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"I know. It was wrong. But please, forgive me."

Craig looked at me with a blank expression painted across his face. I don't know what he was about to say or do.

He hugged me. Tight. Like he used to.

He pulled out of the hug and looked down at me.

"Ella. I think we can make this work. Slowly. Time will heal."

I gave him one last hug.

A FEW HOURS LATER

Craig and I just finished talking it out. I'm glad he heard me out. Just as I was leaving, though, I smelt a familiar smell. Just like Jules?

Whatever. I must be off today.

I said my goodbyes and left for my house.

As soon as I got home I slumped on the house happily. I'm so glad.

I opened my phone to instagram. A few interesting posts here and there, ScarJo is pregnant, happy for her. Black widow got released a couple of days ago, too.

But, as soon as I saw Jules' new post, my whole world crashed.

Blood was on my hands again. But it wasn't his blood, no, it was mine.

There, was a photo of Craig and Jules. Hanging out in the city.

'Jules.xoxo: Up all night! Haven't slept in a few days cuz we've been exploring the city haha! :)'

Tears started to slip off my eyes. How could he? How could she?

I threw my phone across the room.

Why does this always happen? Why?

I started to hear an alarm clock, screaming, booming.

I forced my eyes open.

I checked my phone. July 11. 2 weeks since I last saw Craig. 2 weeks since I found out Jules got to him before me.

I guess we don't belong.