Saved (A Scott Hoying Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Ella's POV:

I lay on my back on the couch in their living room. They offered their spare bedroom to me, but I declined because I probably won't be staying here for long anyways.I press my hands against my eyes and let out a quiet grunt of frustration. I don't know what to do. I don't want to run away and start over again. I don't have enough money this time to do that. I mean, I have money, just not enough to rent a new apartment. Hell, I didn't even have enough to rent the one I just had.

I'm a mess. And I shouldn't bring my mess into their lives and make an even bigger mess.I sit up and pull on my hair, getting mad at myself. I look over at my bag, and then rest my elbows on my knees, massaging my temples. Why was making this decision so hard? It should be a no-brainer. I should stop being so selfish.

But if they didn't want me to stay here... why would they offer?

I wake up about a half hour later. I must've fallen asleep. And I still haven't made up my mind. I have a throbbing headache. Maybe I should ask where they keep their Advil.I stand up and walk to the bathroom, opening a drawer. Nothing.

I open the one on the opposite side. Nothing. I close it quietly, careful not to wake them up. I guess I'll just get some water.I walk back to the kitchen and get a glass. Then the bad part of my mind pops up.

Why get a glass of water if you can have a real drink, huh?

My hand hovers above the handle of the fridge. The only alcohol that would be in here is beer. I guess that would work.I open the fridge quietly, peering inside.

There, on the second shelf towards the back, was a full case of beers.

I look around to make sure everyone was still asleep. I bite my lip and look at the drinks. No. I can't do this. But the other half of me is begging me to.I shake my head slowly, then a little faster. No. No. No. I can't.I close the fridge and turn my back to it. I put my face in my hands. I need to leave. It's decided.

Scott's POV:

I frown when I wake up the next morning and notice that Ella isn't on the couch anymore. I stand there, confused, and then walk down the hall to look in the guest room, in case she decided to move in there.

She wasn't there. I check the bathroom, but the door is wide open and no ones in there, either. I start to panic. Where did she go?

"Mitch!" I yell, running down the hall and pounding on his door to let me in.

"What!?" He shouts back, obviously annoyed.

"Ella is gone!" I reply, "We need to find her!"

I hear Mitch spring out of his bed, "Let me put some jeans on and I'll be right out! You probably should too, if you haven't yet!" He yelled through the door.I look down at myself and do a mental face-palm. I'm in just boxers.I hurry to my room and throw on the first pair if jeans and the first shirt I can find, and throw on socks and my red boots.

Mitch and I leave our rooms at the exact same time, both with a panicked look on our faces. "What if she left and got drunk again and is lying in the road unconscious again?" Mitch says, grabbing his keys and heading to the door, me right behind him.

I just sigh, feeling a headache coming on. "I don't know. I just want to find her."

We hurry out of the apartment and into the parking garage to get to the car. We both agree to check her apartment first.As we're walking through the garage toward the car, I hear a small, soft noise. Like a whimper or a sniff.

I stop in my tracks and Mitch looks at me quizzically. "Wha-?"

"Shh!" I interrupt, holding a finger up to my mouth and concentrating, listening for another sound.

Sure enough, I hear it again. And this time Mitch heard it too. It's definitely a human.I take off in the direction of the sound quietly, peering around cars. I come to the backside of the garage, and see a figure leaning up against the back wall and the side one, right in the corner.

I'm on the opposite end of the back wall from them. I look closely.

"Ella?" I call out softly. No answer.

"Ella?" I say again, this time louder. The figure shifts.

I approach cautiously, Mitch staying where he is.

When I'm a few feet away, I repeat her name. I'm sure it's her. "Ella?"

She's huddled up against the wall, her knees pulled up right against her chest. Her face is buried in her knees, and I'm pretty sure she's crying.I crouch down next to her. That's when I notice the beer bottle broken in half next to her, and at least two more completely smashed a few feet away. I tense up.

"Ella, are you okay?" I ask softly.

She just shudders, another wave of sobs coming on.

"Ella, calm down." I tell her, almost a whisper. I reach out and put a hand on her shoulder.

She doesn't try to move away, surprisingly. She manages to calm down a little, and in between sobs she manages to speak a little.

All she says is, "I'm sorry."

A/N: HEY EVERYONE!!!

Hope you liked this chapter, even though it's kind of halfway a filler? Idk. Anyways, THANKYOU for all of the support it means a lot :)

-pentaholicsunited