Best Day Ever ~~An Ellie Goulding Fanfiction~~

CHAPTER 7: Sparks

KAT’S POV

I thrust my arms out to try and shove back my attacker, but I’m too late. His strong hands are pushing mercilessly at my back, and I’m thrown out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I look down at my shirt and it's drenched in blood, but I have no idea where it's coming from. All I can think of is how I've failed to protect Ellie, and I whip my head from side to side trying to find her. 

"Kat!" I hear her shout, and the terror in her voice sends chills down my spine. I turn my head toward the sound and see her standing just a few feet behind me. Johnny is behind her, gripping her tightly in his arms and I see a glint of sunlight reflect off of something in his hands. I squint against the sun to see the object, and a jolt of panic hits me when I realize. It's a knife. I try to move but I'm completely paralyzed, and I see him bring the knife to her throat.

“Ellie!”

I’m sitting up in bed, screaming. My body is slick with sweat and my chest is heaving dramatically. 

I’m vaguely aware of a pressure on my shoulders and my field of vision moves sharply up and down; but I can't focus.

My knuckles turn white as I grip the sheets in frustration, and I clench my jaw hard. She’s dead. She’s dead and it’s all my fault.

“Kat! Kat, look at me!" 

I blink my eyes a few times and see Ellie in her pajamas, gripping my shoulders and looking completely terrified. 

The fear in her eyes pulls me back to reality, and I reach out to her. 

“Ellie?”

“Yes!” She cups a hand gratefully around my cheek. “Yes, love. I’m here.”

Her countenance remains fearful, but her tone is soothing and strong.

“Ellie. I thought, I thought you were…” Tears threaten to spill from my eyes, but Ellie cuts me off with a passionate kiss before they have a chance to fall. She wraps both her arms around my neck and leans slowly back onto the bed, pulling me down with her.

I have to catch my breath, as I always do when she first kisses me; but once I've regained my composure, our kiss quickly deepens and I find my hands wandering excitedly up her shirt. My eyes darken with lust and I scratch and stroke at her hardened muscles until she is arching her back as far as it will go - clearly begging me to go on.

I am happily complying with her, when suddenly she tears her lips away from mine, and leans us both up so we're now in a sitting position. I'm saddened and  confused by the sudden loss of contact, but when to look her to see what's wrong, she's giving me a lopsided little smirk. It's a game; I think to myself - and I immediately decide that I will play along.

I lean in like I'm going to kiss her, but just before our lips meet I weave a hand up into her hair and give it a light tug to the side.

Her head jerks back slightly at the motion and she gives a tiny gasp that seems to be a mixture of surprise and pleasure. I feel like I'm winning our little game, so I move forward again to kiss at her now-exposed neck, but she cranes her head forward and completely cuts off my access.

What the hell! I think to myself, and I give her my best attempt at a sexy pout.

She responds with a devilish grin, before she slams her palm powerfully onto my chest, and I'm shoved down onto the bed.

I reflexively try and prop myself up, but she pushes me back down again – this time, a little rougher.

“Down boy.” She teases, and a sexy smirk plays across her face. Still smirking at me, she slowly raises a long leg up from the bed and straddles my waist.