Trust. {A Joe Sugg Fanfiction}

Chapter 3 - Alfie

(Ellie's POV)
I couldn't help crying. This whole situation was unreal. I knew exactly what to do. I had been meaning to do this for five days.
I typed in the number on my phone and nervously clicked 'call'.
I got a reply immediately.
"Ellie! How lovely of you to talk again after so long!" Alfie answered joyfully.
"Yeah..." I replied, fiddling with a strand of my hair.
"Ellie? Is everything okay?" He sounded worried.
"No..." I burst out crying, "I need you to help me."
"What's happened? Where are you? Are you okay?" Alfie was panicking.
"Dad kicked me out,"
"He did not! Why! Where are you?"
"Central London. Near Greggs."
"I'm coming to get you, Ellie. I might be a while though..." I heard him tell Zoe where he was going.
"No Alfie you can't, it's late!"
Alfie chuckled. "I'm not a kid anymore El, I'll come to get you."
"Oh Alfie," I began to cry.
"Don't cry darling, I'll be two hours. Stay where you are. Why did Dad kick you out?"
"I'll explain to you later, but for now, I need to preserve battery life on my phone, I left my charger at home and I am no way going back for it."
" Okay Ellie, I'll see you soon. I love you."
"I love you too." I mumbled, before ending the call and hugging my knees to my chest, still crying.
My eyes were puffy and red from crying and my headache was unbearable. I hoped Alfie wouldn't take too long getting here, it was nearing nine 'o' clock and starting to get dark. I held my overnight bag by the handles and kept my hands in my pocket. I decided to sleep, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't seem to drift off. I kept seeing images, hallucinations. Dad, smacking me, Mum crying in her bed as she got sicker each day, my horrible school, images I never wanted to see ever again in my life. I wanted them gone. I wanted my problems to be gone. That's all I wanted. It was breaking me more and more each day. I don't know how long I can bear it.
Why am I thinking this?
I've been through much worse than this ; Mum's death, Dad's shouting, my sister's arguments, many situations that I was able to get through and bear. This is nothing. Or is it?