Forever Unstoppable - Hot Chelle Rae FanFic

Chapter 20

~ELEANOR’S POV~

Something was smashing in my chest- an anchor, gravity. It was like my body was filled with cement, my feet nailed to the floor. Ryan gasped and hugged me, but I felt nothing. I felt numb, physically painless. I asked myself, Why? Why did every happy moment in my life come to a traumatic end? I really liked Ryan. And I don’t know why he liked me, for reasons like this;

I looked to my left. Shattered glass covered the kitchen floor, along with random food boxes. More glass trailed out to the main room, cushions were scattered and torn, their stuffing strewn about the space. Clothes were hanging from the loft where my bedroom was. I saw one of my pillows down there, not in it’s home on my bed. The curtains were ripped and slashed, in patterned shreds.

“You don’t think-“Molly started but didn’t finish. I knew what she was thinking, I was thinking the same thing. I peered at one of the tall windows across the room. Lipstick was drawn, spelling out a message.

‘You’re still mine”

I looked around blankly, dazed and scared.

“I won’t let him hurt you Eleanor,” Ryan said. Ryan seemed to know.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Nash asked, obviously not catching on.

“Nathan,” I whispered. Nash inhaled sharply, finally understanding.

“This can’t be happening,” I breathed, swaying a little.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Ryan reassured.

“This can’t be happening, ” I repeated. I stepped out of Ryan’s arms, walking forward a couple steps, looking at the damage again.

It felt like a rush of air, the reality of this. I brought my hands to my face, collapsing in sobs. My legs crashed to the ground, sharp pain exploded through my nerves. Glass fragments broke through my skin, spilling red blood.

Ryan grabbed my trembling hands in his.

“You’ll be okay babe,” he spoke. His eyes stared into mine, almost speaking comfort. He looked at me so lovingly, I was surprised. I probably looked like a mess, my make-up was probably smeared down my face. He brought me into an embrace, pulling me up. He carried me to his place again. He brought me to the bathroom and set me on the counter. He cleaned up the blood on my legs and wrapped gauze around the wounds. I stared at the wall with emptiness. He left but came back quickly, with a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt from my place.

“You can stay here tonight, if you want,” he said. He then left me alone to change. I slipped the pajamas on unconsciously. I wandered down the hallway to the room I knew of as Ryan’s. The room was white and dark blue. I laid my head on one of the tan pillows, the white sheets billowed with my decent. Ryan came in shortly after and laid down next to me. He hadn’t changed, his shirt had dots of my blood still on it, he looked calm yet frazzled.

“I don’t want you to help me Ryan, you’ll get hurt.”

“I want to help you,” he said. “I don’t want to lose you, I can’t now.”

I opened my eyes and found he was closer. I snuggled closer to him and buried my face into his shirt.

“I love you Eleanor Evans.”

Those three words were said then. The last time I heard them from a boy, they were fake, broken promises. I hesitated and thought, did I love Ryan? My heart told me his words were sincere, like my heart knew everything. I didn’t have anything else to lose. And at this moment I really did mean what I was about to say. I really did.

I smiled, “I love you Ryan.”