Saved (A Scott Hoying Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

Ella's POV:

I wake up in a dark room, bundled in a mass of fluffy blankets and soft sheets. I shift a little, holding one of the blankets up to the lower half of my face.

My eyes still feel puffy and red from crying. I sniff, and roll over to one of my sides.About 20 minutes pass and I hear the door open a little. I suck in my breath. I'm facing away from the door, and I can't see who is entering.

"Ella?" I hear a low, soft whisper. Scott.

I roll over. "Hi, Scott." I try to say normally, but it comes out in a sad tone.

He looks so... tired? I don't know. But he comes over and sits on the edge of the bed, looking down at me. I suddenly feel really self-conscious, and I want him to go away.

"Hey, Ella, look at me. Please." He says.

I look up, figuring if I do as he says he'll leave sooner.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" He asks. I realize his expression wasn't because he was tired, it was because he was concerned. Concerned for me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing's going on..." I trail off. I've never been good at lying.

Scott just looks at me, "You're lying. Come on, Ella, I'm trying to help you."

I sniff, putting my face in one of the many blankets. This is going to be hard.

"Well, I'm obviously not alright." I manage to get out.

I feel Scott looking at me, and it's making me feel like... I need to get out of the room. Like, I can't stand it. My skin is itching in anticipation. I feel my face getting hot. My muscles get tense, ready to spring away if he gets too close. It's like I'm a wild animal and he's the hunter, trying to lure me in with bait, only to trick me, turning something that seems good into something terrible.

I continue talking, knowing he won't leave unless I tell him something. "That guy that attacked me," I force out. "There's actually a reason besides him being drunk."

I'm still not looking at Scott. "Yeah?" He says. It doesn't come out harsh. Not really gentle, either. Somewhere in the middle, I guess.

I swallow. "I... kind of slept with him before."

I don't tell him it was just then I had slept with him. That would make me feel guilty, I guess. I don't know. I feel guilty all the time now.

Scott remains silent for a little bit, processing what I just told him. I mean, I didn't tell him I was a prostitute or anything. I wasn't going to ever tell him that.

"So he attacked you because you slept with him before. But why?" Scott asks.

I clench my jaw. What do I say? It's personal? I stole something from the guy? No. Not that. Then Scott would think I would steal from him.

"Uh, I did something he didn't like."

He didn't ask more about that.Scott nods. It looks like he's clenching his jaw, but I don't know why he would be doing that. Unless I gave something away.

Scott's POV:

Ella and I just sit there in silence. I can tell she's uncomfortable, it's obvious. I just want her to feel comfortable around me and the rest of the group. I want her to be herself.

I stand up. "Okay, Ella. Just promise me something."

She nods, looking right at my eyes and waiting. "Promise me you won't try to run off. Promise me you'll try to be yourself."

She just looks at me. Her eyes seem to start to fill with tears again, but I blink and they're gone. She finally answers. "Okay. I promise. I'll try."

And with that, I leave the guest room and head to my own. I have a feeling I won't get any sleep tonight, I'll just be thinking.

A/N: I was gonna make this chapter longer than it is, as you can tell by the length of Ella's POV, but I felt as though I should post something bc I haven't updated anything in a while. So, here! Hope you like it <3

-pentaholicsunited