Taking Chances.

Part 21

-Eleanor's Point of View-

"Yeah" she said looking at me confused "Where did you find that?"

I felt the lump in my throat "In Nathan's underwear draw"

Her face turned pale, along with Harveen's face.

"What's going on" I said, no anger or tone in my voice.

"It was a one off.." she said, nearly whispering.

"A one off!? You expect me to believe that!?" I said raising my voice

"Eleanor, she's right"

I turned to Harveen "You knew?"

She looked down

"You knew and you didn't tell me!? Who else knew!? Max? Jay? My goldfish!?"

"I'm so sorry"

Just then, the boys came through.

"Does this look familiar?" I shouted at Nathan, holding up the mascara.

His face dropped and he looked at Lucy "I d-don't know"

"She knows Nathan. She knows everything"

"I'm so sorry" he pleaded "I was drunk and I didn't kn-"

"Save your excuses" I said walking out, I needed to be alone.

"Eleanor! Wait!" I heard Nathan shout, Harveen soon tugged him back.

I started picking up my pace till I was running, running far away from everyone. I had no clue where I was going.

I finally stopped and sat on a wall, my chest was rather tight. Should have bought my inhaler..

I couldn't stop thinking about Nathan and Lucy, the thought of him being with someone else made me feel sick. I thought I was everything he wanted, I thought we were meant to be. Obviously not. Nothing ever good happens in my life, or if it does, something spoils it. That's the way my life goes, I'm probably the most unluckiest girl to have ever lived.

You probably think I'm over exaggerating when I say this, but I can assure you, I'm not.

It all started from when I was born really, my parents were only 18 when they had me, of course, that's far too young to even consider being a parent. My mums parents flipped and kicked her out, she had nowhere to go, my dad didn't want anything to do with her or me after it too. So it was just us two.

My mum did find a place to stay of course, with her best friend Debbie. Debbie was nice to me, I miss her. Anyway, after I was born, I cried most of the time, as babies do, mum couldn't cope with me crying and piled me off on Debbie most of the time whilst she went to the pub.

When I was around 2, I remember Debbie didn't look after me a lot as she was always in bed, mum said she was poorly, I hardly got to see her, I never knew what was wrong with her, mum never let me see her. I just got told the news that she was in heaven.

After Debbie had gone, me and mum had to move out, I gather mum couldn't afford the rent. We lived in a tiny flat that could barely fit us in, it was horrible, our neighbours were so loud, arguing, playing music at late at night till early hours in the morning.

One day, when I was 5, mum woke me up at around 6:30am on a Friday morning, I didn't sleep that much that night due to the music, I gather mum didn't either. She told me to get dressed and be ready in another hour. She wouldn't answer my questions to where we were going, just to be ready.

I remember I put on my red coat, it was far too big for me, but I loved how it matched my red shoes. Mum was ready, she took me down to the beach, even though it was one of the windiest days ever, I thought we were just having a walk..