Street Sixty Four.

Chapter 10.

Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days.
~One Direction.

It had been a hard week. The entire week Elora had to be with either Emma or Blake. She tried to reason with Emma, they all did, but she being the stubborn ass she is, just doesn't want to listen.

The photo was taken down from the community page, no one knows how though. It just disappeared after a few days. Blake had a hard time convincing his hockey teammates that he had done no such thing. At first, it seemed impossible but after a while, after Felix and Cullen started saying that if anyone said any rubbish they would end up being buried, their teammates stopped talking about it.

Elora wanted to take things off her mind for a while and she thought that she could hang out with Emma for sometime, but of course all Emma does is lock herself in her room as soon as they are done with their lectures. Blake hasn't been better either. Elora knew that she couldn't have any luck with Emma so she stopped trying and instead tried to talk to Blake.

"Blake, please come out. I'm sure she'll figure it out soon." Elora said as she knocked on his bedroom door for the hundredth time since she had come to their house.

"Buddy please come on." Felix said. They heard some movement inside and the next thing they knew was that Blake was outside fuming with anger. Elora would be lieing if she said that she had seen Blake this angry ever before.

"Don't fucking tell me it's going to be okay! Nothing is OKAY! She's never going to talk to me and I don't give a fuck about it alright?" He practically yelled at the three of them and then turned to Felix and said, "This is what will actually happen if you continue walking the bloody same path! So fucking do something!" He then slammed the door on their face.

"What did he mean by that Felix?" Elora asked Felix.

"All up to you now bro." Cullen said as he slowly walked away giving Felix a look that said, 'I told you so.'

"Um..." Felix said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"I'm waiting." Elora said folding her arms.

"I didn't go to the bar with the boys the other day. But yes, I did forget that it was a Sunday." Felix said not daring to look at her.

"I knew you guys were hiding something." Elora said and then sighed a frustrated sigh.

"Are you mad?" Felix asked sheepishly.

"Oh no no. I'm absolutely fine. In fact we can go on a date right now if you want!" Elora said in a really high tone.

"That's torturing me." Felix said.

"Oh really now? What about me? What am I supposed to say? I was the one who had to call almost every person I knew just so that I knew where the fuck you were! I was the one who was worried sick about you! I was the one who had to answer my parents about why you didn't show up! It was me who did all that. No you. And now you have the fucking audacity to ask me if I'm mad?" She let out a bitter chuckle and said, "Oh I'm just not and only mad Felix. No no. I'm fuming with fucking anger right now. Who's girlfriend doesn't even know where her boyfriend is at 3am? Tell me! I thought you cared. But who am I kidding?" Another bitter chuckle. "No one fucking cares about me anyways. My own dad killed my mom and then tried to kill me and now there is a high possibility of him kidnapping me any day now And then probably killing me. But who fucking cares about Elora? Let her die. Burn in hell if she has to, right?" Without waiting for a response Elora stormed out of there but went right back to Blake's door and said, "If you or that other idiot cover up for this fucker again, then consider yourself dead." And then she left their house. She walked back to her house knowing damn well she couldn't go back to her parents place because it was too far away.