The boy next door (Dylan O'Brien)

Chapter 6

Ella's PoV

It was around 5:30. I had fallen asleep and only woken up a few minutes ago.

"ELLA TEA" I herd mum yell. I sighed. I did feel slightly better so I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. I was horrified when I saw Dylan was sat at the table with a spear seat next to him for me. I wanted to run and cry but I had to act normal in front of my family. I sat down and Dylan instantly put his hand on my thigh. I winced a bit but tried to hold it back. Mum looked at me concerned but I just smiled back. I carried on trying to eat my spaghetti but Dylan squeezed my thigh really tight, making me squeak and my step dad this time looked my like I was crazy

"Got some spaghetti stuck in my throat" I lied. He looked unsure but carried on eating.

Once everyone was finished eating Dylan offered to help me back to my room. I declined but mum insisted I had help.

When he was in sight of my mum he had his hand on my back and one holding my arm. Once we were out of sight he slipped one hand down my pants and the other on my waist. I bit my lip trying to hold everything I was feeling back. A tear fell as he opened my bed room door and walked me in. I'm pretty sure my lip was bleeding I was biting it that hard. Dylan put his mouth to my ear and whispered

"I know you want to" before removing his hand and leaving.

I went over to my bed and just cried.

~~Next morning~~

I woke up to my alarm. I hit it and rolled over. Mum knocked on my door and then came in

"How are you feeling" she asked in the door frame. Still like shit

"A Bit better" I sighed

"You feel like going to uni" she asked. I had work I need to do so I had no option

"Yes" I said trying to sound like I wasn't dreading today. She nodded

"I'll get some medicine for you" she smiled and left. I tried to hold back the tears but my insides felt like rope was getting tied tightly around them. I got up and made my way to the bathroom.
I hopped in the shower and washed my body and hair before stepping out. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked to the sink. I looked like shit. I had bags under my swollen eyes and my skin looked dead. I grabbed my tooth brush and paste and brushed my teeth. I then grabbed a hair brush and tied my hair into a messy bun. I didn't feel like doing much. I applied a tiny bit of makeup just to make me looked less like a monster. When done I walked back to my wardrobe. I sighed and swung from the door while I tried to figure out what to wear. I decided on some acid wash jeans and just a plain black jumper.

I looked in the mirror and was happy with how I looked. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

"I have pancakes, egg, toast" mum said as I walked into the kitchen

"Erm I'll just have orange juice" I said and grabbed a cup and poured my self a glass

"If you don't feel too well later just call me and I'll come pick you up" she offered. I thanked her.

I drank my drink and herd a honk outside. Must be Evan. I felt sickness rush though me. I grabbed my back and made my way outside. I opened the door and saw a car. It was unfamiliar and not Evans. I was taken back when I saw who inside. Dylan.

"Fancy a lift" he called.

"No, leave me alone" I called and turned back to walk back inside. I herd the car door open so I sped up walking. I opened the door to go inside to have it pulled back shut. I felt a tight grip on my wrist which started to pull me back. I tried to pull back but he was much stronger

"Get your hands off me" I snapped as he dragged me to his car

"Not until your in the car" he snarled. He opened the back door and pushed me inside. He then slammed the door shut and climbed into the drivers side. I intensely rushed to the door and opened it to get out. I collapsed on the floor and started hysterically crying while trying to get my self up again. I was panicking too much. Dylan got out from the other side. I started skattering up but he grabbed hold of my waist and lifted me up. It hurt really bad. I started fighting him but he wasn't responding. He pushed me into the back again and held me down while he pulled out a handcuff. He lifted my wrist up and I started trying to pull it away. He twisted it causing me to wince in pain and clipped one of the cuffs around my wrist and the other to the bar that helped the headrest of the seat in front to adjust. I started pulling on it and crying and screaming. Dylan ignored me and climbed into his side and started to drive.