What's Wrong With Her? [COMPLETED]

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FOUR

[Elle's POV]

Ethan wakes me the next morning to say goodbye, as he and my other brothers are being forced to go to school. His words, not mine.

He says that they'll be home right away if anything happens and gives me a big hug and a kiss on the forehead before leaving.

Ethan had also told me that dad was working from his office today, so if I needed anything then I could go to him.

I managed to fall back to sleep after Ethan had woken me and woke up again around mid-morning.

Ethan had disconnected the drip from me before he left this morning, so all I had to do was remove my oxygen and I was free to go.

I grabbed my glasses and put them on along with one of my brother's large hoodies. Their hoodies were now ginormous on me due to the amount of weight I'd lost.

I headed out of my room and turned to head downstairs but wasn't watching where I was going and walked straight into something...or someone.

"Crap, sorry," I hear a male's voice say as they grab me to keep me upright,

I look up to see Noah, he'd very obviously just gotten out of the shower as only had a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body. His hair was wet and was dripping little droplets of water onto his bare upper half.

"Oh my god, sorry," I say, covering my eyes. I could feel my cheeks going red.

It was one thing seeing your brother's in this position, which was fine because they were my brothers. However, Noah is still basically a stranger to me.

"Elle," Noah laughs, "It's okay, it was my fault."

"Sorry, no, I walked into you," I carried on covering my eyes as I stepped around him, "I'll...erm, see you later," I said before rushing downstairs.

I headed into the kitchen and huffed loudly. Wow, that was awkward.

I didn't want breakfast and settled on some orange juice. As I poured it, Emily entered the kitchen, "Would you like some?" I ask, nodding down to the orange juice carton,

She nodded, "Please,"

I grabbed out another glass and poured it for her, "Here you go," I pushed the glass across the breakfast bar to her, "Help yourself to anything that's here. Cereal, toast, anything," I said as I put the orange carton away and took a mouthful of orange juice.

"Thanks," Emily said smiling at me.

I was about to sit down at the kitchen table when I hear the doorbell ring.

"I'd better get that," I say, heading out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

No one ever rings the front door bell, so I wondered who it could be.

I grabbed onto the handle and turned it, opening the door.

I was shocked at who was on the other side. Alex.

His black hair was messy and looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, his eyes were dark and heavy, with big bags under them. His t-shirt was crinkled, and his jeans looked visibly dirty.

However, what worried me most was the strong stench of alcohol that was coming off of him.

"Wh-what are you doing here Alex?" I gasp out, "You shouldn't be here,"

"Elle," from what little expression he had, I think he was surprised to see me, "I came, to, to see you,"

"Well, I don't want to see you," I said sternly.