Way's Never Expected.

Chapter Six: His Past.

Okay, so I have two songs to go with this chapter: 21 Guns by Green Day and Down by Jason Walker. These two songs really set the mood to this sad chapter, and to his past ;(

Hey Wattpaders! :)

Here's the update, I promised ;) Also, picture of Francesca to the side ~>

How are you? :) I've been really crap, I have been feeling sick and a lot of headaches :( But I'll get through, it'll probably end tonight ;) This chapter will go a lot of deepness into his past, and what happened to his birth parents! :/

Also a three new characters will be introduced in this chapter, all related to Elliot ;) Enjoy this chapter everyone, and have an amazing day! :D

Hugs and kisses, 

--Abbie xoxo

Chapter Six: His Past and Time To Party!

          Always sitting down on a sofa and looking at him, was always a very discomfort for me. Telling me his inner demons and darkness's and disadvantages. He then sighs before he takes a drink of his water, before he then turns to face me. 

"My Mother and Father, they were happy. Married for twenty years, they had me, and then my little sister Francesca, but we call her Franny. My Dad and her were driving home from the Hospital, they were just getting to know the gender of their baby. It was a boy, I was going to have a little brother" He said to me, wiping a tear from his cheek. 

"But unfortunately they never made it home to tell me, they died in Hospital. From a fucking drunken driver, he wasn't paying attention to the road. Hit my Mum and Dad, and their car tumbled over a grass hill and banged up against the tree. The drunken driver didn't even stop to see if they were okay. Just took off" He spits out.

"A woman was near by and saw and then called an ambulance. By the time they go there my Dad had bleed out and my Mum was bleeding near her stomach. They drove as fast as they could to the Hospital, and my Mum, she. . . .She died" He then starts to cry, a tear of pain rolls down his cheek.

I feel for him, knowing his parents died in a car accident, knowing his Mum was pregnant with his little brother. "I'm so sorry that, that happened to you" I reply to him, not knowing what to say was hard, "If you don't mind me asking, how many months pregnant was your Mum?" I ask him.

His eyes look at mines, yet again. He sucks in a breath, "6 months" He replies, glancing away from me for a second.

I gasp, before covering my mouth, "I'm so sorry" I apologize to him.

He nods' his head, "It's fine, it's been four years ago. Everyone's pitied me and I hate it, they all think I'm crying at night, they don't know shit!" He explains, yelling out. "Like my Foster Parents they are always working, don't care if I'm home or not. I just hate them!" He yells out in anger, before standing up and taking a beer from the fridge.

I then put the puzzle together, he's drunk and is in pity. "Elliot, I don't think you should be drinking. Your foster parents and your sister will be noticing you, and you'll wake up with a hang-over" I reply to him, I then hear him slam the fridge door shut.

He then enters the room again, "I don't fucking care!" He yells out, taking two sips of the beer before plopping himself onto the sofa beside me.