7• Forget the World

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(a/n: SA trigger warning this chapter ya'll. read at your own risk ⚠️

ELLIE

Some feelings of relief swarm in my gut of Jesse And Dina leaving to head back home earlier the day before or else I would've gotten the lecture of my fucking life bringing a Wolf back here.

It was bad enough that I was still even out here tending to her instead of heading back with them, listening to Tommy and just leaving Abby alive. Yeah, like I'm gonna let that happen. The plan was to get Dina back home to Jackson where she'd be safe. And then I find Abby and end this. But I seen to have adorned a new hiccup.

If this hiccup didn't fall into my lap as abruptly and suddenly as she did, I'd be halfway to finding Abby right now.

But something in my gut told me that it wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be this hesitant and so doubtful. I was supposed to get the location after taking out all of her sorry ass friends and find her and make her pay. Not whatever the hell this shit is. Talk about a plot twist from hell.

And as much as I wanted to believe it wasn't right, I wasn't gonna let it eat me alive like this. This girl who explodes nothing but light and hope, who just so happens to share the same immunity as me, someone who knows what it's like to be alone. To want to mean something. Somehow, I feel the closest to her out of anyone I've ever known, like I've known her my whole life. But at the same time... I hate her fucking guts.

She's all I'd ever been looking for since the moment I realized I was never going to turn. And she just to happens to be a fucking Wolf. The motherfuckers who killed him.

Thankfully I've got half a brain to understand that people like her don't make it. They never stay and they never survive. Don't read into it, Ellie. She's a Wolf. Remember why you're here, remember why you're here.

Those words didn't reach the part of my brain they were supposed to when I rushed out soothing words to the compassionate copper haired girl in front of me with my fingers ghosting over her soft trembling skin. Strong electric pulses shot all throughout my body at just the touch.

I cringed at her loud strangled scream as I removed the piece of glass from her side, blood beginning to ooze out. I hadn't even noticed the sting and flow of bright red rushing blood gliding down my wrist from gripping the large piece of glass so hard until I strained open my shaky palm. "You fucking liar, that was not on three!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry..."

"You-"

"Give me shit about how much of an asshole I am later, okay?"

She growled in pain in response, teeth grit.

She drew in deep, panting breaths as I padded the area with a cloth then swinging open the first aid container to reveal everything I'd need to fix her up. Suddenly I was thanking Joel for getting penetrated all those years ago, as terrible as it sounds. A fire in my chest ignited at the fresh memory. Quickly, I unscrewed the cap from antiseptic ninety-nine percent alcohol and looked her dead in her dazed eyes. "You ready again?"

"Oh, jesus..." She breathed titling her head back in dread the moment her eyes landed on the bottle my hands. "Do I look ready to you?"

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