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CHAPTER THREE SWEET JANE !
mike felt his heart slowly break into little pieces, falling all over the ground and covering the pavement in fragments of his organ. el's tiny body was huddled, her knees up to her chest as her nightgown barely covered her within the cold.
"what are you doing here?" the frail girl croaked, the street lamp illuminating enough light to let it sparkle from her tear struck cheeks.
a lump of guilt fell down his throat painfully. "i live across the street-"
before he could finish, she pointed a finger at him sternly, eyes darker than what he remembered were staring up at him, desperately. "shhh."
mike did as he was told. they stood in silence, as muffled yelling began to come into earshot. from within the old white house, prominent banging and crashing was heard along with hollers of insults aimed at el. ugly, slut, whore, ungrateful. mike's stomach churned.
el brushed down her nightgown which was flowing in the faint wind, along with her hair as it stuck to her forehead and blew to the left. "i need somewhere to hide."
a sudden thud was heard from within the house, along with glass splattering all over what sounded to be a tiled flooring. el's eyes were pleading and helpless, looking up at him like he was her only chance of getting away.
"alright, come on." he said, beckoning her to follow him as he began to cross the street. hesitantly, the girl scuttled behind him, her bare feet slapping against the road and echoing the quiet, sleeping street. mike lead her to the front door of his house, ushering her inside before he locked the door behind them.
once he turned around, el was nowhere in sight. he peeked around the corner, into the kitchen, to see her looking through the blinds that sat over the sink. her lower lip was held between her teeth, her bare feet struggling on her toes as her knees trembled.
mike grabbed the girls elbow, but she quickly snapped her arm away from him with cat like resources, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. she quickly began to fumble with her nightgown.
"sorry...i..." she paused. "where's the bathroom?"
a draft of wind blew against mikes cheek. "um...behind the staircase."
as soon as he spoke she was gone. mike took the chance to look outside the window, where el was previous looking. he swallowed the air that was caught in his throat, watching as the white haired man was looking around the front garden of her house, hollering out in the dark. mike shuddered, and closed the blinds.
