Oh, Eleanor

Chapter 1 : Meeting an angel

#thanks for the ranking guys, this is the best feeling. Hope you would continue to enjoy.

"Ron!" She shouted, while fixing her hair into a quick bun.
"Yep, hun." He tried to sound awake, though he clearly wasn't. Ah! Hangover.
"Ron, wake up now!" Leona shouted back. How could she shout so loudly after such a long night? Wasn't she having any aftermaths?
"Ugh." He grunted.
There was nothing more of a nightmare then waking up early after a long club night.
Ron and his girlfriend, Leona had snuck out to a pub last night, on account that Ron's parents weren't home.
"The bouncer there is a friend of mine." Leona had said, "he wouldn't even consider that we are under aged."
But seriously, it wasn't even fun. The way Leona had promised it. In fact, it was a chaos. People shouting loudly (no one could call it music, right?...) to some hungry sounding rapper. Everyone was drunk and were stumbling on the dance floor (again, no one could call it dancing, right?...)
He sighed. Yeah. He didn't enjoyed it but he got drunk after Leona insisted, it was his first time. The alcohol tasted like extra bitter medicine dissolved in iced water. Yuck!
He would never drink that shit again. Stupid whisky thing. He was sure, that paracetamol tasted better. Though Leona enjoyed, every bit of it.
He checked the time, 3 AM in the morning. He sniffed, wishing that he smelled nothing burning around. He hated this time. And whenever he woke up at three, he wished he better was dead then scared.
"Omygosh. This better be a nightmare. I don't want any Emily Rose thing to go around here." He grunted.
"Ron, it's really late. Three in the morning."
"I know," Ron said, raising his hand to point to the wall clock. "Just checked it."
Leona heaved a sigh, "I mean, get me home before my parents wake!" She tried hard to calm down.
Yeah right, it was already a pain in the head to get his girl out of her house. Window sneaking wasn't his thang.
And now his girl wanted him to have a déjà vu.
Ron tried massaging his temples, for some time. In vein! He was still in an unbelievable hangover. Yeah, if that was called fun, he was having a hell lot of fun. And a big share of which goes to Leona. And the rest of the share, goes to his parents, for letting him stay at the house on a weekend, all by himself. Super parents!
He moaned.
"Hun," he tried to move his stuttering tongue, "I am suffering the heck of a headache," and God, he didn't even want to mention the aftertaste on his tongue. He might puke at any unexpected moment, right now.
Leona didn't even noticed what he said, she was so busy packing her strapped heals in her backpack and changing into loafers instead. And as he noticed, she had also changed into a hoodie and jeans. Where did that off the shoulders thigh high black sparkly vampy dress go?
"Whoa!" He exclaimed, as he noticed how she had removed all her makeup and all.
"Haven't you heard," she said, adjusting the backpack on her shoulders, "Good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught." And winked. He smiled at the familiar mention.
"Okay." Ron somehow sacrificed his bed and got up, "my good-turned-bad turned-good-again girl, shall I do the privilege of landing you back to your home?" He asked, extending his hand.
Leona immediately took it with a blush.
"Let's go."

***

It seriously took forever to get Leona back. He had to walk her home in the dreading cold night, for his mom had taken his car. And it was really dark outside, he was dead scared.
Now that he was back home and there was a head attached to his neck that was really tired, he thought about taking a good long sleep, which he wished to extend to the afternoon.
Ah! Had his bed felt this comforting ever before?
Just then, Ron heard a tapping on the main door. He checked the time, 3:30 AM. Who could possibly be out there, at this time. Was he still hallucinating? How long whisky took to wear off, by the way?
He got up and pickled up the ceramic vase from his bedside table. Removed the fake flowers from it and held it tightly in his hands. Ready to thwack anyone on the way. He could still hear the tapping.
Ron tried to move as quietly as possible. Erasing the slightest hint of any presence. It took time for him to reach the door in all the faint steps he was taking.
Finally there. He thought. There was still tapping, that got intense with every passing moment. He could hear a panting along with the rustle of the trees outside. Who could it be? A thief. No, a thief wouldn't tap on the door!
What would it be like, "Excuse me, can I rob your house for a minute, sir?"
He finally gathered the courage to open the door, the vase tightly gripped in his hand.
Oh damn!
Was it real?
There was a girl outside.
No thief. No robber.
She was crying real hard, covering her bare arms with her hands, it was really cold outside. Half of her face was drenched with blood.
"I am sorry, I am-" she began to say, that honey voice!
"No, no. All the explaining, later. You may please come in. God, are you soaked in blood? Or tell me it's ketchup." Rob exclaimed.
She looked at her feet. Maybe too embarrassed to say anything.
He guided her in. Had an angel just stepped into his living room?