Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Ten: Holy Shit...That's Ellie {Cole}

Chapter Ten: Holy Shit... That's Ellie {Cole}

"I'm not starving myself! You don't know what you're talking about and I only told you so that you wouldn't go blabbing to Sebastian. That's it. I don't need your help and I damn sure don't need your suggestions."

Surprised by her outburst, I feel my eyebrows raise in shock.

"Fine. Easy, blondie. But...you're just going to let him keep doing this to you? You clearly don't like the shit he's doing..." I trail off, waiting for her response.

When she stays silent, I raise a brow, a tinge of annoyance cruising into me. "Are you ignoring me now?" I ask.

She stays silent.

How childish.

Ellie's silence is loud as I wait for her response. Her eyes stay locked on her feet, ignoring me. Until now, I felt calm. I felt cool and collected, though slightly annoyed.

But now?

Blatantly ignoring me and still obviously lying?

I'm done. Sebastian or Scarlet can talk to her. I tried being kind and concerned and getting answer but she shut down. I've done my civil duty as a friend.

Annoyed, I exit her room, the door slamming loud behind me. Sebastian calls out a good-bye as I head for the door, and I mutter a quick, "See ya," toward him.

When I get into my car, I release a breath.

Frustration has my head pounding.

She's obviously torn up about that guy texting her constantly. So torn up that she refuses to even eat if she sees his message. What the hell did he do to make her so uneasy about him? To make her lie about him?

He must have dirt on her.

But... Ellie's a good girl. What the hell kind of thing could she have done for someone to have a hold on her?

Maybe he doesn't have anything on her and she just broke his heart or something.

People hang on to the past all the time; maybe that's what she's doing.

Shaking my head, I start the car and head toward my place. Then, I stop.

The silence of my place isn't something I need right now, so I head toward the club instead. A drink would do me good right about now. With that thought, I pull into the parking lot and get out, heading inside. As soon as I enter, the bartender who seems to be so buddy-buddy with Ellie grins at me.

"What'll it be?" he asks.

What am I in the mood for?

I look along the menu, but nothing really sounds appetizing. Then again, I just want to drink, not sit here and babysit my drink because it tastes like fruit.

I need something that's going to fuck me up quick.

"What do you recommend?"

"Whiskey and your choice of soda?" he offers.

"Coke. Jack and Coke and a couple shots on the side," I tell him, the thought of the drink already having me licking my chops. Before too long, the drink and shots are placed in front of me. I down the first shot and let the burn flow through my stomach.

Shivers go through my body instantly, and I chase the shot of burning liquid with the drink. It tastes a little light, but the shots should even it all out.

Lifting the glass, I catch a whiff of the drink.

It seems familiar.

Was this what Ellie was drinking the other night?