Bound By Blood

Chapter 6 - Meeting Russell

Tryed to get this up quickly, so it's not spell checked as per usuall. Then next chapter should be up fairly quicly. 2 things...

1. In one paragrath, I think it's the first one, I mention annoying songs so here is a link for one www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKuJWT6rHlw I

If that doesnt work then type in 'Russel Howard song that will get on your nerves' into youtube.

2. I've never been to London so my knolage of the city may be a bit dodgy.

Picture of the hot Alex Pettyfer who playes Russell in this

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Chapter 6 - Meeting Russell

Eilsa's POV.

"Put a ribbon round my neck and call me a liberty..." I sung as I pulled on my black tank top and red surfer shorts or 'pijamas' as I like to call them. I only had that one lyric floating round and round my head, you know the feeling when you can't get it out of your head but you can't remember the rest of the song. I grunted as I began to hum it, I know more annoying tunes like... This is halloween from the nightmare before christmas... don't get me started on others, seriously.

I can't believe no one told be I was related to a clebrety, was him adopting me just levrage to make himself look better. God I hate celebrates, always thinking about there ego and nothing else. I'm so angry at Tom that after I found out I stormed of the living room and into my room, I blasted some music in an attempt to tell him I didn't want to talk. He had knocked on my door and tryed to talk to me but I had simply ignored him.

It was already 11:30pm and I was starting to get a bit tiered, because I didn't know what I would be doing tomorrow I thought I would get a good night sleep, so im going to bed earlie. The irony in that. I grabbed my head phones and iPod because I always seem to sleep better with music playing, don't worry I don't go to bed listening to scremo, no I find Amy Macdonald much more relaxing.

I easily got under the crisp white sheets of my new Queens size bed, I slowly and easily fell into a light sleep.

"America? But I can't..." I woke up to these words being loudly spoken, yes even through my head phones I could hear that, lets just say I have good hearing.

"I know... Yes alright... When do I fly out?" Followed the earlier voice but this time it was in a hushed tone. Was somebody on the phone?

I sat up in my bed and decided to listen to the phone conversation. It was something about someone takng a flight to America I think. I know I'm so very helpfull. I licked my dry lips and realised that I needed a glass of water, I got up out of my nice warm bed and slowly started to walk down the corridor in my sleepy haze.

But as I passed the office I noticed that it's door was wide open, I pause and looked inside.  As I peeped my head round I layed eyes on a stressed looking Tom who was crouched on the floor surrounded by piles of paper work and a pen.Tom seemed to notice my apperence and looked up at me and gave me a questioning look.

"Hold on." I said to the phone and then covered the speaking end with his hand so the other person couldn't hear. "Are you ok?" He asked me, his face full of concern.

"Getting a glass of water." I stated simply not wanted to talk to him.

 I walked of with a sigh leaving a concerned Tom. After I got my glass of water I returned back to my room and shuting the door, I wonder what will happen tomorrow.

"SMASH" I was abruptly awoken by the smashing sound of china which I new to well, I sat up in my bed.

There was small smashing sounds beating onto the window, great rain typicall English weather. I sighed and got up, I dressed myself in ripped black jeans and a deadpool t-shirt. I grabbed my wallet that was still in my suitcase along with my leather biker jacket and black converse.

I ran out the door passing Tom who was at the stove making proper eggs and bacon I think.

"What do you wan-" He started but I interupted him but walking out the frount door and slaming it shut behind me.

I started to walk down the corridor to the stair case, I wasn't going to take that blasted lift again. I heard the door open and footsteps come out.

"Where are you going?" Asked a bewhildered Tom.

"Out." I replied bluntly, not wanting to talk to him.

"Where is out?" He asked like my father did, I got a catch in my throat as I realised how simular they both were.

"Im going out." I replied back again in the same tone, I didn't turn to look at him, I didn't want to.

"Do you need a ride, it's pouring and you don't even know this part of town." He replied needingly.

"No, and how do you know I don't know this part of town?" I asked turning to look at him now. He was dressed in jogging bottoms and a 'you were made to be ruled' loki t-shirt. Of course.

"Well do you know it?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well.. No, but what a great way to find out." I answerd, the fire alarm went off signaling his burnt bacon and eggs. He sighed and went inside before yelling that I had to be back by 7pm. Maybe I can make that time, I have a very big schedule to do, it consiseds of 1. Nothing and... oh there isn't anything else.

After I got to the bottom of the stair case I was a little out of breath, I sliped on my jacket and walked out, being instantly greeted by cold wet rain. Making my day sooo much better.

I walked out onto the street and started to head down it, hoping I was going the right way. People in umbrellas surrounded me as every one tryed to squeeze down the narrow pathway.

I reached a town square, at least thats what I though it was. There was a huge shopping mall to the right which I quickly went in, I had hardly any clothes because I had a big growth spurt this month.

I didn't know what shops to go to and I didn't have much money so I just wondered till I found a couple of shopes.

After a while I had brought many black shirts and black trouseres and a pair of black high tops. I didn't know what else I wanted so I wandered for abit till I found this cute little comic book store. I walked in and imediantly all eyes where on me making me rather nerver. A man in a black top with a blue checkered shirt on top of it and a pair of baggy jeans, he seemed to notice my fear and turned to the other people who was there.

"Stop staring, it's just a girl like the ones you see in the comics and on tv." He said sturnly making them all turn away, was he not afraid of losing custermers, this was his shop right.

He walked over to me, he had blonde wavy hair and blue eyes, I crooked nose and prominant jaw line.

"Sorry they don't see girls very much." He said as if it was his fault.

"Thanks." I stated not knowing what to say. Al of a sudden the other guys in the shop started staring at me again, the man I was talking to seemed to notice and turned around.

"I swear I will turn a hose on you." He stated making me laugh a little.

"Im Russell." He said, "I own the store." He finished sounding a bit ashamed.

"Cool, Im Eilsa."