Ellie's Angel

Part 25 - That's how it is

One week later.
Friday.
12:00 am.

Ellie's point of view.

We sit listening to the pastor as he reads from the Bible. The clouds above us getting thicker with water by the minute. Nor did the sun shine.

The funeral turned out to be bigger than I thought. Around 700 people showed up,all of them had immense respect for Rory's father.

There's so many people that more than half had to stand their way through the service.

I glance over at Rory who is sitting next to me with a blank face,staring out in front of him. His mother sits on his other side. The makeup of her eyes had smudged black under her eyes and onto her cheeks.

I swallowed the large lump in my throat before turning to look at the auburn coloured wooden coffin. The coffin is decorated with white and pale orange flowers which resembles a crown.

35 minutes later.

The service had ended and it was time to lay his father to rest. For good. The clouds let out a deep,unsatisfied, rumble.

Rory and four other men,all dressed in neatly black and white suits,each picked up a shovel. The coffin is lowered into the 6 feet deep hole.

The sweet yet bitter song of Amazing Grace being played by two men on bagpipes. Everyone including myself sorrowfully singing along.

Rory and the four men began to throws the velvet red sand into the hole. His mother sets free a small bouquet she was holding onto.

The clouds above rumbles with a profound deep-rooted noise. And with another lighter rumble,the heavens open onto the scene.

I opened my black umbrella and looked up as the sky shed its tears. It took Rory and the four men about an hour to close up the deep burial place.

"You can go to the guest house,Ellie. I'm taking my mother home then I'll meet you there," he tries to sound sincere.

"Okay,I'll see you in a bit."

We live about a day's drive from West Minister Graveyard, so we decided to stay at a nearby guest house for the day.

I get into my Mercedes black SUV and drive off,careful not to drive over anyone in the rain.

Following the muddy road back to the guest house about ten minutes drive away. To be fair I feel bad for Rory but I didn't even shed a single tear.

"Death is just another path. One we must all take - Gandalf."

A quote from one of my favorite books came to mind as I go to our room and take a seat on the bed.

40 minutes later.

Rory's point of view.

I stop in front of the guest house,soaking wet. My hair is damp and messy,my tie is out of place and so is my heart.

Getting out I tread through the mud and when I make it to the porch,I take off my shoes.

"Ellie?" I ask gentle.

"I'm in here!" She replies from the bedroom.

I make my way over.

"You okay?" She asks apologetic.

"I don't know if I am. Even though I never really knew him,I still loved him," I look at my trembling hands.

Suddenly I feel two warm hands latch onto my own. Ellie smiles up at me as if she knows exactly what I'm feeling.

"Thank you Ellie," I manage to smile back.

She lets go of my hands,to which I immediately miss the warmth,and stands before the bed facing the mirror hanging from the wall.

I stood there watching her, as she fiddles with her hair,feeling hollow. But deep down I crave and long for the warmth of her love.

Walking up to her,I snake my arms around her waist,pulling her closer to me. She smiles looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"Will you do something for me?" I whisper into her ear.

"Something?" She asks lowering her hands.

"Will you love me to numb the pain, just this once?" I kiss her neck.

Her hazel eyes dwindle for a moment. They seem to be hiding concern in their depths but she replies with a timid yes.

"Thank you," I purr into her ear.

I proceed to massage her soft skin with my lips. She tilts her head sideways allowing me a bit more room.

I pull her closer to me leaving no gap between us available. Holding my hands on her hips,I kiss the back of her neck.

She let's out a soothing moan bringing a smirk to my face. I turn her away from the mirror to face me.

Once more my green eyes meet with her hazel orbs. I can tell that she pities me and I hate it but I have to numb the hollow feeling with her love.

My lips gently touches her fuller lips for a heated kiss as I pull the pin from her hair. Allowing those beautiful brown locks to fall freely over her shoulders.

Ellie's point of view.

He drops my hairpin onto the floor before kissing me again. I know deep down that he still thinks sex will take away his pain,but it won't.

But I do pity him and so I allow him to do what he must to numb the pain.

I unbutton his wet shirt and trace my fingertips over his muscular chest and well toned abs. He carefully watched me before taking my hands and kissing the insides.

I plant a gentle kiss in his neck to which he smirks and pushes me onto the bed.

A shiver goes down my spine all the way to my toes. He hooks his thumbs onto the black skirt I'm wearing and carefully pulls it down.

"I'm sorry Ellie," he whispers into my neck.

"For what?" I ask looking at him.

"This," he puts his cold hand in my shirt.

I yelp from his cold touch but he quickly silences me with a tender French kiss.

As we kiss I feel his manhood against my thigh. I grin slightly,biting my lip.

"Just let me love you," he whispers.

Sometime later ...

Rory's point of view.

I pull her trembling body against me. The rain is now pouring outside,thunder still rumbling above.

I pull the sheets over our bare bodies and look at her feeling guilty to an extent. Even if she,at the moment,didn't seem to mind.

"You're so beautiful," I kiss her forehead moving a loose piece of her hair out of the way.

"Hmm," was all she could get out smiling at me.

At least now the pain is numbed and she gave me new hope,something to look forward too. I watch as she falls asleep in my arms.

"I'm so grateful to have you," I hug her against me.