Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟗 • 𝗐𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾

!!𝐓𝐖!! 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅??

Ellie

Her face blurred across my vision- mouth open, teeth baring, but I couldn't understand a thing besides the familiarity of my name coming out of her mouth, except it wasn't my name, just obscenities in place of what used to be.

It was the kind of fight that spared no one, even the baby lost and forgotten to its mother in this fit of rage, crying and screaming somewhere else in the background, equally as loud.

This couldn't be love, not even the one-sided kind.

"I fucking knew it." She kept repeating, pacing, a plethora of knives at her disposal across the kitchen.

"A fucking strip club? Really, Ellie? How fucking unoriginal-"

Her hands were reaching, searching, possibly trying to grasp the nearest object that could rid her of her problems, which happened to be me- not the drugs or alcohol, threats of her child being taken away, and her refusal to take it seriously, always me.

To be fair, she's right in this scenario, or at least, from an outside perspective.
I was caught, adultery to the highest degree leaving a dotting girlfriend back home with a baby care for, but the walls of the house would see it different.

She was right in front of me, but it was like I was seeing her for the first time, more specifically, I was seeing who she really was all along- who I was. She was a mirror- a reflection of who I used to be, and who I will always be.

But it doesn't have to stay that way.

She stills her pacing, and looked at me, clutching a knife between her fingers, holding so tightly her knuckles bled white.

"Who is she?"

Her eyes were erratic, strange and glossy. She was high, but I didn't care enough to know on what.

My eyes leave her face, nodding down in the direction of the object in her hand.
"What are you gonna do with that, stab me?"

Out of all the knives she could've grabbed, she chose small, which told me she didn't plan on doing shit with it, or if she did, she didn't intend to kill.

Lucky me.

My lack of a response only pushed her further, face turning red, and a vein protruding from her forehead.
She launched forward, leveling the knife to my chest, "Who the fuck is she?"

I stepped forward, and pushed body away from the counter that was to my back, the dull blade bouncing against the skin beneath the fabric of my shirt, "So you can have all the fun but I can't? Pretty hypocritical of you."

Her eyes widened, hand lowering itself slightly.

Yeah, that's right.

"You think I wouldn't have found out? Cut the bullshit, Al. I know you've been fucking him."

For a moment, it was silent- peaceful and serene that had become all too foreign inside this house, but if I had known what came next, I would've savored it more.

Her hand cranks back, florescent light from overhead shimmered along the blade, and then, she struck.

At first, I didn't know what happened. In my confusion I watched her as she scurried away, first, to the bedroom to I assume back a bag, and then towards the crying baby, scooping him in her arms and rushing out of the house.

I was almost too easy getting her to leave. Maybe I should've tried less to keep my activities hidden from her from the start of the downfall, and with that, also saved some money for the added therapy sessions she has caused over the recent years.