Black N Blue (CURRENTLY EDITING)

Chapter 12

Anthony's POV.

Je déteste ma vie. Je déteste ma vie. Je déteste ma vie. I couldn't repeat that enough in my head. I really did hate my life. My life was gone. She was gone. I was forced back in the tight uncomfortable space in the back seat next to Tank and Nick. David drove me back to my dorm room. The awkward silence was thick and nauseating. I had no reason to continue anymore, which made me contemplate whether to grab the gun on Tank's lap and shoot them all dead or secretly create my plan to avenge her.

Her. I couldn't even say her name or tears would surely pour down. All the information was mixed up and took completely out of proportion. I knew it was a bad idea to have her apart of the gang. I just knew it...I tried to protect her...and ended up with her body in flames. My heart constricted and I closed my eyes, cursing myself in my head. "We're here. Now don't you dare come back if you know what's good for you." David instructed and my eyes gazed over to the gun. Plot silently, I urged myself and I nodded before climbing over the seat and out the door. The car sped off, leaving me in front of the library. Where I first laid eyes on Eleanor...I loved that name. How it rolled off my tongue so perfectly. I felt so naïve. I should have known from the beginning the plan wouldn't work. I slowly dragged my heavy feeling feet all the way up to my dorm room. Closing the door behind me, I plopped on my bed...and smelt her fragrance on my sheets. Her love on my sheets.

Then I broke down. My face was boiled with anger and hatred all to myself, my eyesight went rigid due to the tears I wasn't going to try to control. I could feel the rip inside me, I couldn't breathe; my oxygen was taken from me. With all of my strength I punched a wall, my knuckles turning white leaving a small hole right above my bedframe. I didn't care if anyone heard. I didn't care about anything. Those bitches would pay! How dare they take my innocent fragile Ellie away from me. She was mine. She belonged to me. That was ma fille. I laid on the bed, rolling my hand over her side of the bed. No girl would ever take this place. Her place.

Never again.

Morning came excruciatingly slowly and I spent all night pacing back and forth, plotting....devising....

If I were to avenge her, I would surely die. But maybe that's all part of the plan at the end. As soon as I heard the first voice of another voice that wasn't my own, I was off to Jessica.

I had to tell her, her sister was dead. She was sitting on her bed when I found her, in a fetal position holding her knees. "What's wrong?" I asked her swallowing hard. She hesitantly looked at me, confused at first, then smiled lightly, " I didnt even know you spoke English. But....its...girl stuff. Have you seen my sister? Eddie's coming over soon and I need to talk to her." She said, her eyes lighting up when she said my sister. Pain stabbed in my chest and I coughed, "Actually that's what I came to talk to you about. Ellie-"

"Anthony I need to tell you something." She suddenly says cutting me off. I raise my eyebrow at her unsure, "Uh-um okay what is it?" I ask, my stomach already doing flips. "I'm....I'm pregnant."

She whispers, swallowing hard and twiddling with her thumbs. "Who's baby?" I suddenly ask, like I should have a clue. I really didnt feel as though this was neccessary for me to know. She was going to have bigger problems. She opened her mouth to reply but Eddie busted through the door. "The fire. Ellie." That's all he said. Tears streamed across his red blood shot eyes and he dropped to his knees and sobbed.

Seeing a male cry is almost an open ticket for another man to follow.

He looked so shattered...and broken. I stood there, my jaw tightly closed and I took short breaths, slowly looking towards Jessica. "Ellie's..what..g-gone?" She whispered, her throat croaking. No one could say the word. No one could bare even speak it.

Her precious angelic name.

Next to the worst word known to man.

"Turn on the TV. You'll see it. You'll see..." Eddie managed between sobs, his nose runny. Jessica ran towards the flat screen, turning it on the nearest news channel.

There you saw Eleanor Mupenda, age 21, local University, murdered.

Josh Perkins the news reporter was standing in front of the now burnt penthouse. Nothing was left. I felt like everything was in slow-motion. David appeared on the screen, a forced sad look across his face. "She was such a good friend towards me. Who would do such a think to Ellie." Anger boiled inside me. He planned this all along. He was faking everything. He didnt deserve to have her beautiful name come from his mouth. He didnt deserve the sympathy everyone was giving him. "Do the police have any leads?" The news reporter asked, and that's when I heard Jessica wail. She. Went. Crazy. She began throwing lamps and screaming her sisters name in agony. I couldnt do anything else. I stared at the television as he said, "I personally believe it may be that boy she used to hang out with...Andy..An-" The man cut him off. "No names please. That's confidental." Perkins said, holding his hand up.

They framed me.

Before I had the chance to turn around I was up against the wall in a chokehold. "You son of a bitch I'll kill you!" It was Eddie, his grip wasnt that hard due to how weak his body was from the crying. "I swear I didnt hurt her. It was him, they did it, I was there. I tried to save her.!" I screamed, crying uncontrollably. The words: I tried. They werent enough. I should HAVE. Not tried. Eddie dropped me shakily, glancing over at Jessica who was lying down, holding her face. "I trusted you." He gritted. "And you should still. I swear I was...I'm in love with Ellie. I never wanted this to happen." I whispered, looking up at his broken blue eyes. "I dont believe she's dead...they didnt find the body. I wont believe she's dead until they at least find a bone. A hair folical. Or something." Jessica, finally said sitting up, her face red. "They'll be coming for you. And if they are as dangerous as they were before. They can make it seem like you did it." Eddie whispered, backing away. "Look for her." Jessica told me. She didnt ask. She told me. I stood to my feet. "Get out of here. Quick. And call me when you're out of state." Eddie said sitting down on Ellie's bed. Just the thought of her name, flooded a rush of memories. Her carmel brown hair, softly brushed down her shoulders. And under her long eyelashes...the soft green eyes...those eyes...Mother's were just like them. Her skin was soft silk that danced nervously under my touch. Her smile was the light in my dark fucked-up mind. She was my better half..my other half..my whole heart. She was everything my mother wanted me to have. Everything I didnt deserve. But everything I craved. I craved romance with her. I craved a future family and growing old and greyhaired together. I needed her to continue. I would not rest until those bastards were dead and my Ellie was found... dead or alive.

"I will." I say, feeling a darkness rush over me. I felt mentally weak. I was wanted...and by the glare of Eddie, I wondered if I would be missed. "How do you two know each other? I thought you didnt speak English?" Jessica said before I fled out the door. "There's a lot you dont know about me." I mumbled, those words were deja vu. I said that to Ellie a few days ago. It felt like only yesterday I held her in my arms and watched as her chest rose as she breathed softly. "He's my brother." Eddie said, glancing one last smile at me, before I walked out.

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Random short update.

So now you see a side of Anthony.

Hmmmmmm .

I'll update later on too.

What do you think about Jess being pregnant?

Eddie & Anthony are brothers!

What about Britt & Courtney?

And what about out lovely heroin Ellie....where do you think she REALLY is?

Comment/vote.

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