Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 45:

"Can you just..." I began, but didn't know how to end the sentence.

"Give you a moment? An explanation? Time alone? Because you've gotten all that more times than you should have."

"Look, Niall I didn't-"

"Didn't mean for me to find out? Didn't mean for that to happen? Didn't mean for him to call?"

"Would you quit doing that?! I can finish my own sentences!" I stepped toward him.

I remember the self-defense Patrick taught me, incase Jenny and Earl came back. Back straight. Chest high. Fists clenched. And teeth sown together. He took a step back and lost his balance a bit.

I didn't think to do anything but stand and watch. He clutched the door handle in his hand and slipped a little, causing it to open, but he imediatly shut it. "Whats in there?" I asked.

"None of your business."

"How come every time I come here thats locked? What are you hiding in there? A dead body or something?" I giggled then stopped realising this was not the time to laugh.

"How do you know its locked every time?" He shot back.

"Because I check out of curiosity," I told him.

"How co-" He was cut off by the vibration of my phone against the wood.

"Its for you." He said.

"No dip, Sherlock. Its my fucking phone."

He tossed it to me and I looked at the screen. All it was was a phone number. No name, picture, nothin'. "Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Ellie! Its Bret from the club."

"Ok... Ok. Talk to you later, grandma." I said, hoping Niall would think it was really my grandma I was speaking to.

Even though I don't have any family left. Did he know that? "Was that really your grandma?" He asked.

"Distant relative... Well shes really just a family friend, I just call her grandma because I never had one," I responded, hoping he would have some sympathy for me and forget this whole thing.

He did give me a little pocketful or pitty, but not enough to patch up this whole mess. "Really? How come?" He came over and began to rub my arm, right below my shoulder blade.

"Well... I've been locked up since I was 3 years old. Either A, I never met either of them. B, they were both dead before I was born. Or c, I met them and just dont remember them," I said.

He nodded then began back on topic again. "So... Umm. Back to what we were talking about... Were you really gonna say those words?"

I bit the inside of my bottom lip. "It depends... You know what can be said in the heat of the moment," He didn't seem to lighten up from that comment.

In fact, he seemed to become even more grusom-looking. His eyebrows furrowed together and he shook his head. "But are you going to now?" He asked.

"Now? ... I-I dunno... Are you?"

He shrugged. "Look Ellie... I don't want to loose you, but if you feel like maybe things are moving too fast, or too slow-"

"I wasn't upset about that."

He stopped, not knowing what to say. So I said it for him. "I think we need a break... From eachother."

I didn't know what else to do or say. So I gathered my stuff and left him with a kiss on the cheek.

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The next week went by pretty fast. It was a normal week. Mostly sitting around and watching TV since work doesn't start until Friday. I have it from 9:30 AM until 2. Its not too bad, but it was still a little early for me.