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Chapter 9
Clementine’s POV
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh.” Eleanor cried, bending down to the ground where Louis laid.
“I think, I think he’s dead.” She whispered, tears still falling from her eyes.
“This isn’t good.” I mumbled, before my stomach lurched, making me throw up.
“Oh my gosh, we killed him.” Eleanor whispered, placing her head in her hands and rocking back and forth.
“El!”
“We’re going to prison.”
“Eleanor!”
“I’ll never get to watch Ethan grow up.”
“Eleanor!” I yelled, grabbing her shoulders. It was only then that I realized how dirty we were, covered in dirt, and Lord knows what else.
“He isn’t dead.” I whispered, pointing to his rising and falling chest.
“Oh.” She whispered, her eyes flickering from me to him.
“Should we kill him?” she asked and I paused, actually thinking about it for a moment.
“No.” I replied.
“Are you sure?” She asked
“No.” I whispered again.
I dropped the rock and grabbed Eleanor’s hand, before pulling her up.
“Let’s go, before he comes to.” I directed, pointing towards the long gravel road.
We took off running, and eventually cut over into the woods, so that if he did wake up, he couldn’t see us, but we stayed close enough to the road that we could see any oncoming traffic.
“At least he couldn’t have gotten you pregnant this time.” Eleanor pointed out, breaking the silence that had surrounded us.
“Yeah.” I whispered. “But what if I lost the baby. What if Harry thinks this one is Louis’s too.”
“You hadn’t told him?” She asked.
“No, I was going to on our date… Whenever Friday was.” I laughed slightly at the last part, but my laugh contained no humor.
I hated not knowing the day, or even the time.
“What’s that sound?” Eleanor asked, holding her hand out for me to stop.
“A car?” I questioned, looking towards the road.
“Louis?” She asked, her nails digging into my arm slightly.
“No.” I shook my head, a crazy smile forming on my face. I ran towards the road, Eleanor trailing behind me.
“It’s Harry.”
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