Love In The Backstage

Chapter 10

Ellie's POV
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask loudly switching from utterly frightened to formidable angry very fast but Alex doesn't seem the least scared.

"Ellie.." He whispers hotly smooth with an upcoming wry smile starting to form on his bloody lips that automatically sends shivers down my spine but I successfully maintain my firmness. He approaches me slowly posing a threat to my resistance against him and his heavy breathing can be easily heard making me hold back a sigh.

"Don't play with me. Believe me you don't want to." I plainly state determined not wanting to make a fuss in front of anyone. His smirk stretches more and he stops right in front of me closing the small gap between us. I don't have time for his irritating behavior but if he wants to play I guess I have to show him the rules.

"You won't tell anyone." He demands annoyingly confident maintaining eye contact and now it's my turn to smile.

"What makes you think I won't?" I ask lowering my voice in an attempt to irritate him meanwhile I'm rest-assured it's not something quite feasible.

He doesn't say anything and just stares intensely at my eyes making it inevitable for me to remain calm. I bring my face very close to his and take a deep breath.

"If you dare to speak at me again I will make sure that your bright brown eyes won't see the sun ever again. You're a hypocrite." I whisper quietly emphasizing each one of my words making sure that there won't be any space for denial. He bites his injured lip and it starts bleeding again. My lips almost brush with his from our very close proximity as I repeat my words once more trying to make out if he's really listening.

"Okay." He finally says in a whisper breathing heavily and I nod relieved that he gave in to easily. I take a big step back keeping my cool and avert my gaze away from his. I turn to give him one last glance before I start walking away.

"Ellie. Wait!" He pleads and I tense. His irrational mood swings really bring me to the edge. Maybe he's just acting. How is it possible to pretend so easily?

"One step towards me and you'll never be able to have kids." I yell frustrated not turning to look behind and keep walking probably looking furious meanwhile I feel incredible hurt in the inside. Firstly, my mother doesn't recognize me even though we have utterly identical bright blue-grey eyes and the same pointed nose and apparently Alex is a freaking criminal. How did I end up going on a football match with a criminal miraculously seeing my mother sitting only a few seats away after all these years?

Life is a- . Yeah that word that starts from an -b- and ends with an -h-. Maybe I should use my old technique. withdrawal. I've always loved that word. I will never be hurt again by anyone this way. But the thing is.. Where the fuck am I going? I don't know where the hell I am. 'That's why we have phones. Duh.' I remind myself and roll my eyes at my own stupidness. I dial my father's number and wait for him to answer.

"Ellie?" My dad's voice comes out pretty tired and exhaustion is evidently heard in his tone.

"Hey dad. Can you come and get me?" I ask him feeling completely awful at the verge of tears and sigh.

"Of course honey. Where are you?" He asks me casually and I start sobbing. I don't know where I am. Even If I ask someone they won't answer me because I'm looking like a drug addicted with my clothes completely soaked and my eyes puffy and red.

"Honey? Are you okay?" His voice turns from tired to concerned and my voice hitches in my throat.

"I-I don't know where I am dad. I'm lost." I voice out trembling and continue sobbing. I pray for him to find out where I am because I can't stand being alone in the streets anymore.