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Chapter 8
Clementine’s POV
“Eleanor?” I ask quietly. I move towards her slowly, afraid that Louis would pop out at any moment. El was tied to one of the kitchen chairs, her mouth was stuffed with a rag and her hands and feet were both tied. Her face was puffy and stained with tears, for clothes she was wearing white T-shirt, just like me, and her clothes were scattered around the room.
“What did he do.” I whispered, even though I already knew. I untied her and she collapsed to the ground.
“El, I know it hurts, I know, but we’ve got to go.” I directed, looking out the window.
She nodded silently and stood up shakily.
We trailed down the staircase, and I swear we were so quite I couldn’t even hear myself breath.
We moved into the living room, and out the front door.
“Come on, let’s go!” Eleanor whispered, grabbing my arm and trying to drag me.
“No, wait.” I shook my head. “That was way too easy.”
I picked up one of the garden rocks and began walking again, Eleanor walking in front of me. I peeked around the corner of the house, only to find Louis grabbing Eleanor from behind, his back to me.
“Did you honestly think I would let you escape, love?” He cooed. I tiptoed closer, as he continued to whisper in her ear. She let out a squeal as he began kiss her neck, she attempted to fight but he was too strong.
I sucked in a breath and he spun around to face me, only for his head to collide with the rock in my hand.
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