Fallen From Grace (#Wattys2017)

Chapter XV

Apollyon was well, but Eleanora wasn't. He noticed that she was stressing, a lot. Now due to that stress Eleanora was getting frequent migraines, along with loss of appetite and vomiting. All in all, she wasn't doing to well. Apollyon suggested that they go to the doctor's, but she refused.

He tried to persuade her, but his persuasion skills weren't all that good. Currently both of them were making their way to their lockers before the end of lunch bell rung. Apollyon wasn't wearing his leather jacket due to the cold weather, and all the wrong people noticed. They had stopped at his locker first as he exchanged his books then went over to Eleanora's locker. Across from her locker stood a group of people, the 'popular crowd'.

One of the guys nudged another one before jerking his head in Eleanora's and Apollyon's direction. Eleanora had her back towards them while Apollyon stood leaning against her locker, tapping at his phone screen absentmindedly.

"Hey, Masters." The guy smirked, as Apollyon looked up at him from below his lashes. "What happened to your all so famous leather jacket?"

"Well, prick." Apollyon spoke nonchalantly as the guy ground his teeth together. "Sadly my leather jacket isn't suited for such weathers."

"Oh, that's good." He continued in a pompous manner. "For a second you had me worried that you were turning into a freak like her."

Instantly Apollyon tensed as Eleanora glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, feeling a slight headache forming. His grip tightened around his phone before he placed it away. Standing straight, he used his height to his advantage as he glared icily back at the guy.

"I mean, why the hell would you want to spend time with that white haired bitch?" He continued as Apollyon ground his teeth, trying to reign in his temper as Eleanora had grabbed hold of the sleeve of the coat he wore. "She is just a freak, and her mom would be a freak just like her."

"Her mom, her dad, and whatever devil they might have spawned before or after her." He cackled along with his posse, and just Apollyon lost it, so did Eleanora. She whipped around so fast that it would have given her a whiplash as she slammed her fist so hard into his nose that his head hit the wall.

The jock cried out in pain as he clutched onto his bleeding nose and slid down the wall, his head pounding in his ears. Everyone watched Eleanora in shock that she had punched a guy twice her size and seemed completely unperturbed by the fact.

Leaning down, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pinned him to the wall, ensuring to hit his head against the wall again.

"Listen here, jackass." Eleanora growled dangerously calm. "I can handle whatever insult you might have towards me, but the moment you target my family and friends, I can assure you that I am a black belt in karate and I am not afraid to use that training on pricks like you to get you off your high pedestal. Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." He whimpered as tears clouded his eyes.

"Great." Eleanora smiled sickly sweet before releasing him and allowing him to crumple to the ground.

She took a step back as a sudden pain shot through her. Her vision blurred and doubled as she clutched her head. An excruciating pounding resonated through her skull as the world spun around her, a high pitched sound ringing in her ears.

"Eleanora." Apollyon called out in concern as she stumbled backwards. "Hey, you okay?"

Just as the question escaped his mouth a pained whimper escaped her lips as her legs shook beneath her, the ringing growing louder and more high pitched in her ears.

"Make it stop." She gasped in pain as she clutched her head.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Apollyon rushed as he held her by her shoulders. "Eleanora?"