since eighth grade. → markiplier

Chapter Eighteen: Rhett

Chapter Eighteen: Rhett

Ellie

It’s been a few days since my mental snap, and, since then, I really feel as if most of my emotions have been worn out. Even though I’m happy to be free of the sadness, I’m scared that emotions are going to return. Especially on my brother’s funeral – something I’ve been trying to avoid.

I watch as the movers remove the remaining pieces of furniture into their van, leaving my apartment plucked clean. Sherlock comes in, looking fairly confused, and gives me a rusty meow.

“We’re moving to LA, Locky,” I explain, crouching down and running my hand through his fluffy, freshly groomed fur. I stand up from my crouched position when I hear footsteps on the bare, wooden floor, and I turn to the noise. Mark smiles at me, and I throw him a small smile back. He walks over to me, placing his hand on my cheek for a moment. Before I can say anything, though, he plants a soft and gentle kiss on my lips. When he breaks away, I raise any eyebrow. “Well, hello.” I say, grinning like an idiot.

“Hey,” Mark replies, smiling as he steps back from me. “So, is everything all packed up?” He asks, and I nod my head.

“Yeah. I just have to get Locky all set up for his flight.” I say, nodding to the cat who sits at my feet, slowly waving his tail around.

“I can do that for you if you want me too,” Mark offers, so I nod my head at him in agreement. Before I can turn away, though, he opens his mouth to speak. “Oh! Someone’s waiting for you outside in the parking lot.” He says, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Who?” I ask, fairly curious. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and nobody had called me to ask if they could come over. Mark grins at me.

“You’ll have to find out.” He says, and I just let out a slightly irritated sigh. I roll my eyes at him, brushing past him a little as I head out of the door. I walk out of the apartment, letting my hand glide over the glossy wood of the banister as I walk down the stairs. Before I push open the glass door, I comb a hand through my hair and let out a breath. I then push my palm against the cool glass, opening the door and scanning the parking lot for any familiar faces.

“Ellie!” I hear someone yell, and the accent instantly tugs on my memories. I whip my head to the source of the voice, feeling a grin stretch out on my face as I spot my aunties, on my mother’s side, son. Rhett.

“Rhett!” I say excitedly, walking over to him quickly. As soon as I walk over to him, he wraps me in a big bear-hug. “Oh, man, it’s so good to see you.” I say, only frowning sarcastically as he ruffles my hair.

“Good to see you too, Elliot!” He tells me, leaning on his car a little. I peer through the glass, noticing two, young boys.

“Oh my goodness! They’ve grown so much!” I say, referring to his two sons.

“Yeah, they sure have. So, how have things been for you?” He asks, and I feel an icy sensation blast through me, almost like a cold gust of wind. I turn around though, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.