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Chapter Fifteen: Friends & Smiles

Chapter Fifteen: Friends & Smiles

Ellie

I sit on the edge of my bed, brushing my hand through my dull, blue hair. I decide to get rid of my blue hair and go back to my original colour of brown. The blue colour had faded and my roots had begun to show, so I don’t see the point in keeping up with it. I have a box of dye in bathroom, so I’ll do it later.

From my room, I can smell cooking bacon coming from the kitchen. This was a normal everyday routine for me now: waking up to the smell of cooking food. It’s nice to not have to cook for myself, and, even though I’d much prefer to do it myself and not have to depend on anybody else to do it, Mark is a good cook.

I step up from the bed, walking out of my room whilst rubbing my eyes. I look across at Mark, who is serving bacon and eggs on two plates. He is, like some mornings, shirtless. Any other day I would have ignored it and just ate my breakfast, but, this time, it makes me blush a little. Why? Well, I slept beside him last night.

He notices me, and he raises his head and throws me a smile. I offer him one as well, but he frowns at me.

“Are you alright?” He asks, pushing the two plates in front of him.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” I answer.

“No nightmares?” He questions, raising his eyebrow slightly.

I think about this for a moment. “No nightmares.” I confirm. I tear my eyes away from him, letting my eyes wander around the room until the land on a familiar black and white cat. I grin, crouching down as he approaches. I pet him between the ears, running my hand over Sherlock’s smooth coat one last time before standing up again.

“Here.” Mark says, offering me a plate of food and a fork. I smile and nod in thanks at him, taking my food to the living room. I sit down on the couch, staring down at my food for a little while. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but I didn’t want to offend Mark or make him think that I’m not eating.

Mark approaches, his own plate in hand, and we both reach for the TV remote at the same time. His hand lands on mine, and, in that split second, our eyes lock. I take my hand away, even if I didn’t want to, and allow him to scroll through the channels. I slowly eat the food, finding that I have to swallow a few times before it actually goes down. It sticks in my throat which seems to be closing.

I realize that Mark has stopped scrolling through channels, and I glance up at the screen. Pain burns through my stomach in a white-hot sensation, but I don’t remove my gaze. I suck in a breath though, keeping my body rigid.

“…Jordan Waterson escaped custody yesterday afternoon with the help of young man, going by the name of ‘Jake Hills’...”

Even though I am staring intently at the screen, I zone out of everything that the news woman is saying. I blink rapidly and come out of my own little world only when Mark shuts off the screen.