Bound By Blood

Chapter 1 - Eilsa's Story

Heyz, so here is the first chapter to my little booky, this is Eilsa's side of the story before she met Tom. Please read, vote and don't steal! even though I know you wouldn't :) Italics means like a flash back or memory.

A/N picture on the side is of Tom Hiddleston, I wont post a picture of Eilsa so her apperence will be up to your imagenation.

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Chapter 1 - Eilsa's Story.

It was only last month when they died.

It started on the night of christmas eve, I was asleep in my room when I heard banging, my father suddenly burst into my room making me stir from my sleep. He quitely gestured to me to come towards him. I stood up in my sleepy haze and walked towards him, I  didn't know what was going on.

Father got bored of my slow paces, he picked me up and ran quitely to the bathroom where mum was already waiting. He gentle placed me down before locking the bathroom door. We all huddled together, what was going on? I thought as the banging down stairs got louder.

A giant smashing sound made me relise that this wasn't a good thing. Loud foot steps stalked around the house as we waited in pure silence, a venomous voice spat out breaking the silence.

"Daniel we know your here, come out and give us the money." Why where they calling for my father, what was going on? Where the only thoughs in my head at that percise second.

"Dad, what's he-"

"Shh Eilsa." My father interupted me in just a whisper.

Tears started to role down the sides of my face as the intruders yelling slowly grew louder until I heard them right out side the bathroom door. I cluched to my mothers side as my dad turned to face us, his finger on his lips in an attempt to silence the already silent.

Oh god not now, why now? I thought as a tear caught at the tip of my nose, the need to sneeze raised fast whitin me.

"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," I begun, my hand pinching my nose with all my might in an attempt to stop any miniscle of sound that was dareing to escape.

"CUHH!" I suddenly let out in a loud shout, I cursed my self under my breath. I slowly opened my eyes and was greeted with the image of my fathers disappointed look glaring down at me.

There was silence out side the bathroom door, whispers turned to foot steps untill I could just see the shadow of the intruder in the gap where the door meets the floor.

BANG a dicaputating dictionary knocked me out of my seat, knocking me out of my last memory of my parents. I picked myself up and sat back down in my seat, who through that book. I turned to see Imogen laughting at me along with the whole other class.

"Class, please, re gain your focus to the essay." Mrs Newnam comanded, the laughter atomatically sised and then was filled with grunts as every one turned back to their papers.

As soon as the bell went, signaling the end of the school day I randomly shuved all my stuff into my tatty old back and ran out of class. When I got to the main doors I stupidly didnt slow down and slid on the fresh ice. God I was an idiot sometimes.

I ran down and out of the school gates, but making sure not to slip on the ice, as I did I heard the popular girls yell "Get her!" Making me run even faster. Screw the ice, I'm going to die.

They all new about my parents death, they didn't know all the details though, but yet they still blamed me. And because of this daylie course of being blamed for the death of the people who mean the most to you, you start to belive it to. I know I caused their death but I know it was an accident and that I shouldn't blam my self so hevily but I just can stop.