Leila
Helen embraced the boy with desperation, squeezing onto him for dear life. I heard light sobs, although was unsure whether they was coming from the boy or Helen.
“Jesus,” Rob muttered under his breath with disbelief, before joining the pair in the hug. They stood like that for a while in silence, as if still awaiting reality to fully sink in. Louis stood beside me shuffling from foot to foot whilst I tucked my pistol back into my jeans and crossed my arms over my chest. I was tempted to huff with impatience or tell them to hurry up, but – believe it or not – my heart's not completely made of stone, so I allowed them to have their moment.
“I thought...I thought you were dead,” Helen said softly as they let go.
“Where on earth have you been?” Rob asked frantically, “Are you hurt?”
“It's a long story and no, I'm fine, dad”.
“Well, you can tell us everything back at the camp. The important thing is that you're safe now,” Helen assured, more to herself than him.
“Camp?”
Louis and I awkwardly approached them once they seemed to have gotten over the shock of seeing each other. Ehron was a tall, lanky boy with a tan complexion and prominent cheekbones. He had shaggy, ebony hair, plump lips and eyes so dark they were almost black – just like his mother's – framed with long, thick lashes. He appeared to be around mine and Louis' age, ranging from nineteen to early twenties.
As we neared them, he noticed Louis first. He briskly looked him up and down once, sending him what appeared to be a disapproving glance. I could tell Louis felt uncomfortable with being observed as he was continuously fidgeting and his eyes were darting around the place, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Ehron then noticed me; his expression was enigmatic as he shamelessly examined me. I shot him a glare before resting my hand on my hip.
“You gonna stare at us all day or shall we, you know, try not to get eaten by Breathers?”
“Breathers?” he questioned, cocking an eyebrow. He seemed amused by my attitude. I'll wipe that complacent smirk off his face in a minute.
“She means Targets, Ehron,” Helen informed him, pressing her hand near the bottom of his spine.
“Ah, that's what you call the bastards is it then, babe?” he confirmed. That little...
“Don't call me 'babe',” I snapped.
“Well, you haven't told me your name and I figured 'babe' suited you rather well”. I clenched my jaw and felt my grip on the can of diesel tighten.
“You, um, you shouldn't talk to her like that,” Louis stepped in nervously.
“Leave it, Stripes,” I muttered to him under my breath.
Ehron seemed to ignore him and held out his hand to me, “I'm Ehron, babe. And you?”
I accepted his hand, squeezing it so tightly I heard his fingers crack. I noticed he was stifling a yelp. That made me smirk. “Leila,” I introduced, a clearly artificial smile plastered onto my face. “Pleasure to meet you,” I added, my voice sickly sweet. We both knew I just wanted to throw this can of diesel at his head.
“Ditto, love”.
“Uh, shall we get back to the car?” Helen asked, picking up on the tension in the atmosphere.
“Not yet,” I ordered, never tearing my gaze away from the egotistical ass in front of me. “Full name?”
“Ehron Barrow”.
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Gory Glory // l.t au
Fanfiction"Please tell me what's going on," I didn't bother to hide the pleading tone in my words. I was desperate and terrified. "Let me enlighten you," she began, extending her hand out for me to shake. "Hi, I'm Leila Grey, and this is the end of the world"...
