Oh, Eleanor

Chapter 2 : Where did she go?

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She was completely soaked in the heavy blood. Which probably was flowing from her temple.
Ron kept staring at her while she helped herself to the dining room. He gestured her to sit on the sofa.
He was too scared to touch her. What if she was offended. Or maybe he was just scared because he thought she might not be real. Like those angles who disappear upon touching.
"No thanks." She said, in that honey voice. God!
"W-why?" Ron was shipped at the refusal to sit, "look at yourself. You need to rest."
"I would probably soak your sofa in blood. I don't want to stain it."
"Oh, please. It's not like that at all. Trust me. Sit." Ron said. She kept staring at him. Those beautiful eyes. Full of...everything.
"I insist." Ron compelled, finally gathering the courage to hold her arm and helping her to the sofa. God, he was shivering.
No.
He told himself.
It wasn't the girl. It was the whisky. It probably was the whisky.
Damn! It has to be the whisky!
She finally sat on the sofa. Chills must be running down her entire body. For sure she was trembling crazily. She only had on a plain georgette frock. Off shoulder.
Oh no.
It wasn't off shoulder. It was ripped apart!
Madly.
What has happened to this girl?
Ron quickly went to his room and got a blanket. When he was back to the living room, he saw the girl looking at his sophomore year photographs hanging on the wall. He quietly wrapped the blanket around the girl, and sat opposite to her. She definitely wasn't making eye contact. And it was so difficult to see her.
Oh! The lights. Ron went quickly and switched on the lights before shifting back again.
"Hi, I am Ron..." He tried to start a conversation by saying something, "can I get your name?"
"Eleanor." She replied, in the mildest of the voices. She still wasn't looking at him.
Eleanor. Woah! That was a beautiful name.
"Can I get you water or anything?" Ron asked.
She shook her head no.
"Just a sec."
Ron stood up and went to his room. He returned with a first aid kit.
"Would you mind?" He said opening it.
She said nothing. Maybe that was a yes.
He took no time to clean off the blood and secure a bandaid at the wound. Now that the blood was removed from her face. He could admire her beauty. She could be the best thing with life in it. She could be the most perfect peice of God's creation. She was flawless. Except that large wound on her temple.It was really deep a cut. He wondered how she got it.
"Here." He gave her a painkiller and a glass of water.
She took it without any arguments.
There was a long awkward moment of silence.
Ron had almost forgotten about his hangover and Leona.
Leona!
God, he had a girlfriend. He couldn't watch another girl like he was, right now. He looked at the valedictorian wall clock. It was five am. Practically Sunday morning.
"Um..." He cleared his throat.
The girl... Eleanor looked at her. Like she knew what he was about to say. And Ron know that she knew.
It only made it awkward to say it out loud.
"Eli..."
"Eleanor." She said, emotionless.
"Right, Eleanor...w-what happened to you?"
She stared at her feet.
Suddenly, she seemed serious. Her eyebrows were rutted.
"That's none of your business."
He opened his mouth to protest but closed it immediately. Right, who he was too protest? What he knew about the girl? It seriously was none of his business. But he was somehow feeling compelled.
Though, he chose otherwise, and nodded.
"Right." She removed the blanket from around her shoulders.
He looked at her pale bare shoulders again. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about those torn sleeves. He was exploding from within.
Come hell or high water, he stood up and went to his parents' room. He didn't even excuse himself out.
He hovered over the closet and found one of his mum's old high school dresses. She had preserved then for ages, memories. She called them. He searched for something and got one plain white Georgette frock similar to the one Eleanor was wearing. He took it out.
"Here, change into this. It's practically daybreak and you wouldn't want anyone to see you like that. The bathroom's that way." He was serious this time. Not requesting, but more like ordering.
She couldn't say no. She took the dress and went in. She took no more than five minutes to come back.
She looked stunning in it. Ron just tried not to get blown away. That girl!
"Thanks for this." She said.
He nodded. He couldn't seriously look straight up in her eyes. He might faint or lose his senses or forget who he was.
She was just something else. Completely.
Incomparable.
Could he describe her? Nah! He started doubting his capabilities. He didn't want to give the girl any understatement. Anything less then the only of its kind would actually be an underestimation.
"Thank you so much for being that much hospitable." She said, trying to act normal, for she really wasn't. There were still trembles running down her entire body.
Ron was really upset that the girl wouldn't want him to share her troubles.
"Always." He replied.
And then she was gone. Out of his house, into the new morning.
But could she seriously go...out of his memories?
He stood there, watching the open door.
Dumbstruck.
Was it seriously whisky or there seriously was an angle?