Best Day Ever ~~An Ellie Goulding Fanfiction~~

CHAPTER 5: Sweet, Sweet Revenge

ELLIE'S POV

"Han, is it sorted yet or not?" I spit aggressively into the phone. I've just finished my fourth brew and I can tell that I'm pissed because my words are starting to slur together.

"Yes, El." She replies very calmly and slowly; clearly making every effort to placate me.

"Well, let's have it then. What's the address? Was it Johnny and his mates?"

She answers me with silence, which in my current drunken state does nothing but worsen my anxiety.

"Well?"

"Yes, El. it was Johnny."

In just a few seconds, I manage to throw on some trainers and an old gray jumper, grab my keys, and head out the front door of my flat, making a furious beeline toward my car.

KAT'S POV

"Hey, bud!"

I'm still groggy, but I see Luce's face in front of me, which is very exciting since I haven't had a visitor since Ellie, and I'm not even sure if that really happened. I blink my eyes a few more times and try to focus on these recent events. Yes, Ellie did come visit me. I'm in the hospital, and I must have been here for at least 3 or 4 days.

"Hey there, homes." I respond sleepily, and Luce smiles sincerely at me and takes a seat at my bedside, reaching over to hold my hand. "You've had a rough couple of days, huh?"

I can't help but flash her a grin when I think of Ellie lying next to me, right here on this very bed, nibbling on my earlobe. "Yeah it was rough... but kind of awesome."

Lucy laughs at this, "You get any 'special' visitors?"

She doesn't need to hear my answer because the goofy smile on my face says it all.

She laughs even harder and slaps a hand on my shoulder. "You need to get your priorities straight, man."

Just then there's a quiet knocking at the door.

"Come in!" I shout, wondering who that could possibly be, since Ellie vanished mysteriously a few days ago and my all of my family currently reside in Maine.

A woman with long brown hair enters the room and carefully shuts the door behind her. Is that?

"Hi, my name is Hannah Lowe. I'm Ellie Goulding's personal assistant." The woman says briskly.

Luce raises her eyebrows and chuckles a little, shaking her head in disbelief  at all these celebrities nonchalantly breezing through our lives.

"Hi Hannah!...uh, can I help you with something?" I respond politely, but admittedly with a very confused look on my face.

She smiles and looks down at her platform sneakers for a moment then looks back up at me. "I can see why she likes you."

I cock my head slightly to one side and look over to Luce who shrugs her shoulders at me.

She clears her throat and assumes her professional tone again. "I'm told that you will be released from the hospital today. Of course, you are welcome to stay with whomever you wish, but the doctor insists that you be placed under constant supervision, and Ellie has offered for you to be signed out under her care."

I can't really figure out what all those big words mean since I'm still doped up on narcotics, but luckily she continues.

"Ellie of course figured that you would want to take care of her," she says looking at Luce, "but given the severity of Kat's current medical status and the time and resources it will take to get her well, Ellie thought this alternative might be best."

Without making eye contact with me, Luce cracks a smile and replies playfully to Hannah "Yes, I do believe that would be best for Kat's health. I'm sure Ellie will make her very comfortable."

Not picking up on her sarcasm, Hannah nods her head hurriedly and hands me some papers to sign. I sign them with shaky hands, since I'm still giggling at Luce's comment.

Then I look up at Hannah, and making no effort to hide the huge grin on my face, I ask her excitedly ,"So when am I moving in?"

ELLIE'S POV

I've been banging on this door for over ten minutes; so hard in fact that my knuckles have started to bleed - but I could care less. I'm getting to the bottom of this. Now.

After a few more raps on the door, I hear the slow shuffle of lazy, oafish footsteps walking toward the door, and then it opens before me. Before I can even see who it is, I whip my switchblade out from my pocket and thrust it up against his throat - pushing him inside until his back is up against a wall. Now I can see that I attacked the right man; It's Johnny. The sour smell of cheap whiskey and stale cigarettes further confirms that, and I can feel the overpowering aroma burning the insides of my nostrils. 

He's clearly pissed, and he must think me holding a knife to his throat is funny, because he reaches up with one fat greasy hand to try and grab my wrist that's holding the knife and he completely underestimates me. Before his grimy sausage fingers can even begin to wrap around my wrist, my free hand shoots up from my side and grabs him by his hair, which I use to slam his head powerfully into the cheap stucco wall behind him. I don't wait for him to respond to this but instead push the knife deeper into his skin until a little red line surfaces under the blade, then I keep the pressure steady.

The blow to his head must have sobered him up a bit because now he makes eye contact with me, and I think I can see a little twinkle of fear in his eyes.

I talk very quietly and very seriously, and my voice comes out as a sort of low growl. "Why did you come after her, Johnny? After all these years, why would you interfere with my love life now?"

The look of fear turns into a look of disgust and he spits vehemently in my face. "You need a man in your life, Ellie. I know you're not really a..." then his mouth curls up in a expression of repugnance and he swallows resolutely, "...a lesbian."

I'm completely dumbfounded, and for a moment I just let my jaw hang open. Then I come to my senses and resume my interrogation, this time utterly confused as well as infuriated. "You mean to tell me, that you and your mates attacked my girl, almost killed her, just because she's a woman?!" I'm panting hard as the fury I feel inside starts to manifest itself in my body, and a thin sheen of sweat forms on my forehead. 

He quickly retorts, "She's a dyke." And his words come out as a venomous hiss.

I can't believe this. Johnny, the once handsome stud from high school that would write me love songs and take me to the county fair in Herefordshire, is the same man who is standing front of me now; only now he's a ugly, spiteful, ignorant wanker.

For a moment, I'm lost in the grandiosity of his transformation, but I'm quickly roused by the sensation of my phone vibrating in my pocket. Still holding my knife to his throat with one hand, I use the other to take out my phone, and I see one new message from Hannah.

Just dropped Kat off at your place. Don't leave her alone here, El. Whatever you're doing can wait.

I grind my teeth together and slowly withdraw my knife from his throat until I'm holding it at my side, and my knuckles are white from the effort it's taking me to take it and slash it across his throat.

"Don't ever let me catch you near her again Johnny. Or trust me," I say, placing the emphasis on trust, "you'll regret it."

I turn and walk away toward the doorway but the sound of him snickering behind me hurls me over the edge.

"Can you read the time, mate?" I shout up at him, as I violently shove my watch in his face and press down on the dial on the side, which sends a massive wave of mace spraying directly into his eyes.

I vaguely see him drop his knees and cry out in agony, but I'm already halfway out the door, unlocking my car door with one hand, and wiping the blood from my knife onto my trouser leg with the other.