Fashionably Late ~ A Falling in Reverse Love Story

Chapter 8

Elli's POV

*Flashback*

*I ran as far as I could. I had stolen the backpacking tent my brother used on his little escapades. I had ran, then taken the bus, and ran, and taken the bus. It's been a week since I ran away. I'm about 3000 miles away from my home. It's about 11:00 pm, and I'm freezing my ass off. I have a hat, a long sleeve, my jeans, socks, and my Toms. But I'm still freezing. I hope he doesn't find me. I'm in the mountains, and the zipper on my tent is broken. It's cold, and I'm literally praying that he doesn't find me. But my prayers proved unprofitable. "Hey slut. Long time no see." I could hear the venom dripping from his mouth. I wasn't sure I was prepared for the beating I was about to face. He dragged me by my hair, kicking and screaming to no avail. He kicked my ribs so hard I KNEW at least one was broken. He punched and slapped me to know end. Blood flowed down my face. Then I saw it. The knife he held in his hand. I screamed as he drove it deep into my side. And I wanted to die.*

I was shaken awake by Derek. "Elli wake up!" I woke with a start. I was drenched in sweat, and my breath was coming quick. My heart pounded out of my chest. "What's wrong? Why were you screaming?" Concern laced his entire being as he climbed into bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me, and I cuddled into his chest. "He stabbed me Der. He stabbed me." I sobbed into his chest. He rocked me back and forth. "It's okay sis. It was just a flashback. It's okay sweetheart. No one can hurt you anymore." He whispered gently as he rocked me back and forth. I clenched his shirt in my fists as I cried myself to sleep.

The Next Morning

I awoke the the sound of Derek groaning in my ear. "Derek. Get the fuck off of me." I said intensely. He did as asked, and left the room. I fell back onto my bed, and sighed. I needed a cigarette. I hopped out of bed, and into the shower. Washing quickly, I literally jumped out of the shower, and into my room. I quickly threw on my black ripped long sleeve over my grey long sleeved, and yanked my black super skinnies on. I grabbed my bag, and the keys to the Lamborghini, and walked out of my room. I was in such a hurry, I accidentally bumped into Ronnie. "Oh uh hi Ronnie." I chuckled. Hoping he wouldn't notice my nervousness. If he caught me smoking.... Well lets just say it would NOT be pretty... "Why do you have the keys to MY Lamborghini?" He asked suspiciously. "I just need some fresh air." I swallowed, even though my throat had become completely dry. God why was it so hot in here? I smiled lightly. And he just nodded. "Okay... Be careful." "I will." I nodded. And he walked away. Phew that was a close one! I walked out to the Lamborghini, also known as "The Bat mobile" (because it's a Lamborghini Ankonian. ), and I drove to Wal-Mart. I bought some Axe Phoenix deodorant spray, and jogged outside. I lit my first cigarette in several days, and took a long, slow, drag. I felt better instantly. I just kept smoking, and smoking, and before long, I had smoked both of my cigarette packs. "Fuck!" I swore under my breath. Why me? I trashed my clothes, and put on new ones, I bought some gum, and sprayed myself vigorously with the Axe. Hopefully no one will be able to tell I've been smoking cigarettes. Let alone two packs of them. I hopped into the bat mobile, and drove home. I ran into the house, and raced to my room, knocking Jacky over in the hall way. "Sorry." I said quietly. He glared at me. "Maybe you should watch where your fucking going." He growled at me. Sheesh. Who took a shit in his cornflake bowl this morning? I swear, if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. He kept sending me the death glare as I walked away. He could at least be civil. Oh well. Fuck My Life.

A Few Weeks Later

I finished bandaging the fresh cuts on my right wrist. It's been several weeks since Derek caught me bandaging my arm. Now, instead of those several cuts on my arm, I've become a canvas of red lines yet again. I don't think anyone else has figured it out, and I think Derek thinks it was a one time thing. But it wasn't. Jacky still treats me like an ass, but he's gotten a bit better. I think he still likes me, he's just hurt. Maybe I should talk to him... I just don't know anymore. I'm so confused! I love Ryan so much, but I'm afraid he doesn't love me that way. We're practically best friends, so how could he? I'm just a friend. And I like Jacky, but he pretty much hates me now. Fuck my life. I hate myself. I'm fucking 86 pounds right now! I'm wearing a size 05, and an xxs. But it makes no difference. In my eyes, I will always be fat, ugly, and worthless. When someone tells you something long enough, you believe it whole heartedly. I pulled my sleeve down over my bandage after replacing my bracelets, and walked out of the bathroom. I put my razor back under my iPhone case, and walked back to the front room. I knew the guys were starting to catch onto my eating habits. I haven't eaten in 3 weeks. And when I do eat, I just throw it all up anyways, so what difference does it make? My phone buzzed, and it was Jacky.
"Hey can I talk to you?"
"Sure... Where are you?"
"In my room....."
"Okay... I'll be there in a sec."
That's odd. Why does he want to talk to ME? Whatever. I walked over to his room, and I heard noise. He was probably playing his guitar. I knocked, and he yelled. "It's open!" I walked in, to find my assumption correct. He was playing his green Soloist. I walked over, and sat next to him. He handed me his Dinky, and I plugged it into his amp. We played for a moment, then he spoke. "I'm really sorry I've been such an ass lately." His voice was quiet, almost a hoarse whisper. "I really do like you Elli. And I still do. I'm sorry I treated you so horribly." He looked at me, sadness covered his normally bright blue eyes. I couldn't help but smile. Eh what the fuck right? Never know if it'll work if you never try! "I forgive you Jacky. And yes I'll go out with you." He blushed deeply, and I couldn't help but giggle. He smiled, and we played our guitars for several hours, until Derek burst in. "I'm dying of starvation! You must make food!" He gasped out at me. Jacky nodded at me. "Yeah I'm hungry to.... Please make us some food?" I threw my hands up in the air, signaling my defeat. "I guess if your gonna FORCE me." I huffed and puffed. We went downstairs, and I walked into the kitchen.

Jacky's POV

She said yes!!!!! I was calm on the outside, but on the inside, I was dancing! 1. Because I have a super hot date now. 2. Because I beat Ryan to the punch. Damn bitch hasn't even broken up with Jen yet! 3. Well... Okay maybe I don't have a number three but that's okay. It's all good... I followed her into the kitchen, and decided maybe I should help her a bit. I mean, she cooks for us, and we eat it, I should at least help cook! But as I passed Ronnie's bedroom door, I heard intense voices. I stopped for a moment, listening intently. "Yeah I figured it out a while ago. I'm just not sure what to do. Should I leave it alone? Should I confront her?" I heard Ronnie say. Wait... Was Crissy cheating? "I think she's been drinking and smoking to... What do we do Ronnie? She's my baby sister! We have to help her, but how?" I heard Derek's pained reply. Wait... They're talking about Elli? "I saw her bloody sleeve the other day. I don't think she knew it was there, but I know she's been cutting. I just don't know how to handle this." I started walking away in horror. What? Elli, strong, amazing Elli had been..... Cutting? I walked into the kitchen, to find Elli chopping vegetables. She was singing as she chopped, and sliced her finger, and it was deep. But she didn't even flinch. I ran over to her. "Elli! Your finger!" I warned her. She looked, and scrunched her face. "O o oh. I I I didn't even feel a thing." She looked confused, as she washed her cut, and placed a band aid over the cut. This is starting to scare me...

Ryan's POV

The words Ronnie and Derek were telling me, caused a part of me break. I was in extreme pain. I can't explain it. It was overwhelming, both physically, and emotionally. Why wouldn't she come talk to me? Why did she have to hurt herself? Ronnie and Derek were still talking, but I left the room anyway. I sat on my bed, and stared at the dark room. My baby girl, was hurting. And so was I.

6 weeks later

Elli's POV

I think they've figured it out. They've all been treating me differently. And I think something's wrong with Ryan. He's always sad, he barely eats, he doesn't sleep, the bags under his eyes are so bad, that even makeup won't cover it up anymore. I walked out to the front room, and was glad that they were all there. Makes my job easier! "Alright will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?" I threw my hands up in the air, exasperated. "We know your secret Elli." Ronnie spoke quietly. No no no no no no! "We just want to know why. We don't want to judge you, we're just curious." Crissy spoke up. Sure they are. I really doubt that. "It's none of your fucking business." I snapped. "What I do to cope with myself, is none of your business." "We know you've been drinking and smoking a lot to." Derek spoke this time. Oh God please just kill me now! "So? I don't do it here. I leave the house, and I never come home drunk." "She has a point you know..." Crissy said quietly. "Can I talk to you alone Elli?" Ryan asked me in a hushed tone. I nodded. Everyone quickly filed out, but Jacky. "Please Jacky? Just for a moment okay babe?" I pleaded with him. He sighed reluctantly, but eventually did leave. "What Ryan?" I sighed. "Why?" He croaked. My face clouded. The almighty question. Why. "I just, I couldn't cope. Please try and understand." I barely whispered. He finally looked at me. Pain was his very demeanor. "Why didn't you come to me? You can tell me anything! Elli! Anything!" His voice still hoarse. I was crying now. "I know I know! I just couldn't take it!" "Couldn't take what? What was so bad? At least tell me that." I was sobbing now. "J-J-J- Jacky said some things, and we fought, and it just got really really bad Ry. The urge has never been this strong." I choked out. I was in his arms now. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel right, and complete, and safe in Ryan's arms, but in Jacky's, I'm almost uncomfortable? Why does life have to be so confusing?!