since eighth grade. → markiplier

Chapter Seventeen: LA

Chapter Seventeen: LA

WARNING: DARK CHAPTER

Ellie

“You know, I just realized that Molly still hasn’t turned up.” I say, feeling a little guilty for only having just noticed.

“Oh! Did I not tell you? She can’t make it, either.” Mark tells me, pulling out his phone to show me the text that she sent. I read through it quickly, nodding my head to tell him that he can put his phone away.

“So, what was the dare?” Kalel asks, her eyes wide and curious. Mark and I share a glance, both of us considering whether to tell the others.

“Well, when I walked in the room…” Felix begins, a smile spreading on his face. Anthony looks up at him and grins, an expectant look washing over his feature.

“What did you guys see?” Anthony asks, referring to Felix and Marzia. They both shrug, a smug look across their faces. As I try to ignore the recent… happenings, different things swim to mind.

I gaze across the room, but my vision is clouded by the memories that play across in my mind. It seemed as if, when I spoke to Mark, I had told him that my father had… well, raped me. But, that wasn’t the case. My father had tried to, but I had struggled to the point where he had minimal… pleasure. He didn’t go as far as some people have with others.

The one thing that hits me like a ton of bricks is my brother’s death. During the time of me being numb and sending these thoughts off to another dimension, he had tangled in with these memories and vanished out of my mind. He was dead. Caleb was dead. Why was it that, when I said these words, even if they were only in my head, that they felt like a lie?

“Ellie!” Mark yells, causing me to jump. I look around the room, a little dazed, seeing that everybody is staring at me. “You alright?” He asks, and I nod my head.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” I say, slumping back in the chair beside Marzia. “I just zoned out there. I tend to do that quite a lot.” I admit, and they all brush this off. Even Mark does. Well, at least after a few worried glances.

A sudden, harsh knocking is heard from the door.

“CTK?” Felix immediately asks, sitting up straight.

“I think so.” Mark says, going to get up. I place a hand on his arm, pushing him back down. He looks at me questioningly as I get up, but I just shrug.

“I can get it.” I tell him, walking to the door. I reach for it, turning the knob as I open it. I notice Ken standing there, tipping his hat slightly as he spots me.

“Hey, girl.” He says, his southern accent making me want to fangirl. Oh my goodness, I needed to stop freaking out.

“Hey, Ken,” I say, smiling warmly at him. The coldness in the pit of me, caused by the death of my brother, makes the smile that I send Ken feel fake. “Come in.” I tell him, opening the door wide for him to step into the apartment. I shut the door firmly behind him, brushing a strand of my hair behind me as I walk back and sit back down.