I'll take care of you

Chapter 14

Heyyyyyyyy. It's Elle again guys..

"No it wasn't!" I yelled, as my mom shoved me up the stairs. "Matthew, don't lie!"

"Stop trying to cover for me, Elle. You know it was me." He shot me a look, but I refused to go along with his plan.

My dad came up to Matthew, strutting. Matthew stood taller, trying not to shake. He picked Matthew up by his shirt. Noah tried to run over to help, but my mom held him back. 

"I'm going to fucking kill you when you least expect it, boy." My father growled, breathing heavily in Matthew's face.

In my defense, what happened next wasn't the smartest thing ever. Probably the stupidest thing I've done. Ever.

I saw my opening.

I sprinted, too fast for Jackson to stop me, and threw my body into my dad's back. He lurched forward, dropping Matthew, who scrambled out of range. Now I was flat on my back on the floor, and my father loomed over me.

Oh shit.

"You, are the stupidest motherfucker, aren't you?" my father said through a laugh, amusing how stupid I'd been.

I tried to scramble back, butt-scooting toward my brothers.

Jackson grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up and behind him. My dad looked murderous, and I could tell we were all scared.

"Go upstairs, and I don't want to hear from you guys until that god damned caseworker comes. And if any of you say anything, you're dead."

We all scrambled upstairs, not wanting to face anymore of my father's wrath. Noah locked the door behind him, and he looked mad.

"Elle, seriously?"

"Yeah. What else was I supposed to do? Matthew was going to get hurt." I defended myself quickly, suddenly no longer ashamed of what I did.

"You could have killed yourself? You realize that, right?" Noah started pacing the room. "You don't always have to be the hero, Elle."

"Neither do you." I instantly regretted my words, but it was too late, they were already out.

"Guys, stop." Jackson tried, wringing his hands.

"Not your time, Jax." Noah and I said, practically in unison.

"Sorry that I didn't want my brother to die, Noah!" I was still mad.

"Well sorry I don't want either of you to die! And what would make you think I always want to be the hero?"

"You never let anyone else help anyone else unless you say it's okay. It's okay to fight back when you do it, but I do it? Horrible. Forbidden."

"Oh my God, Elle," Noah swung, his arm, and I flinched. I didn't mean to, it was just an instinct at this point. "Oh God, Elle, you know I wouldn't.." 

I could tell he felt bad, and I still was just mad that I flinched. I was sitting on his bed, and he stood in the space between the bunk beds and his bed.

"I'm sorry, you know I wouldn't," He walked over and hugged me, and I hugged him back. "I'm sorry, I don't wanna fight."

"Me either." I was trying not to cry now, tears welling up in my eyes. 

"You better go to bed, Elle, it's getting late." Noah said, releasing from the hug.

"Okay," I said, walking away from Noah and grabbing my blankets to make my makeshift bed.

I woke up, and checked my phone. I saw a text from Walker, and a smile spread across my face.

Gm elle. ily and i miss you already, and ik you just left but i already miss u and i want u to come back over. i just realized what time it is and ik u wont be awake but text me when u wake  up. luv u  ellie

I shot him a heart emoji, the smile on my face growing at the nickname. Nobody ever called me Ellie, but I kinda liked it. 

I got up, stretching my arms and arching my back. I looked around the room at my brothers, all of whom were still sleeping. Noah was half off of his bed, his right leg and arm hanging off of the side. Jackson was sleep talking, like usual. I tried to make out what he was saying, but it was hard. Matthew was sleeping like a rock, as usual.

I debated going downstairs, but decided not to, just because I didn't know if my father was down there or not. I did decide to go to the bathroom though. I grabbed my blue Los Angles sweater, and pulled it over my pajama pants and tank top. I began to walk to the bathroom, checking the hallway before I walked to the bathroom. 

After I finished using the bathroom (I washed my hands, don't worry) I started walking back to the bedroom. I heard my dad's voice.

"WHO'S AWAKIE?" 

I sprinted to the bedroom as fast as I could, but he cut off my entrance. 

"Not this time, bitch."

He lunged for me, but I ducked out of the way and sprinted again toward the door. Jackson had realized something was happening, and he poked his head out of the doorway. As I ran toward him, he reached out his arm. I threw mine out and he grabbed it, pulling me toward him and shutting the door as fast as he could behind me. I threw my body against it, trying to hold it shut. Noah had gotten up and was now trying to lock it. Jackson was leaning against the door with me, throwing his whole body weight against it, gritting his teeth. I realized he must have hit his wrist. Noah finally got it locked, and I slumped against the door, Jackson cradling his wrist.

"You good?" I asked him, trying to grab his wrist gently.

He pulled his cast back, not wanting to let me touch it. "It'll be fine."

"I don't think it will.." I trailed off, not wanting to get into another fight. "But thanks for grabbing me."

"No prob-" he was cut off my banging on our door.

"OPEN THIS GOD DAMNED DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

Then, I heard knocking from downstairs.

It was either Penny or Walker.

Neither would be good right now.

Hope you enjoyed, love u babes! Cya poopies later.