Miracles

Chapter 18

~Eloise's View~

"How did it go?" Cadmus asks once we're far away from the hospital.
"Her whole being depicts pain and suffering but she's going to be free," I say.
"What happened to her?" He inquires.
"Her stepsister; who happens to be the woman who gave birth to me, burnt her. When Amanda found out that Paris is alive she was shocked but happy. Paris tried to get Amanda's help in taking down Charlie. Amanda didn't want anything to do with her little sister's evil plot so Paris turned to their brother, Jeremy, he's the man who helped her deliver my brothers and me on the night Paris pretended to be dead.  Jeremy gladly accepted to help his sister, since he loved her as more than a sister, but they had to leave no witnesses so they started the fire, and Amanda got injured. Once Amanda was out of the way, they could carry out their plans."

"So you're saying Paris did all this to take down your mom?" Cadmus asks. I nod.
"But why?"

"Hatred," I answer. "Paris was close to my dad before Charlie came to their school. Paris liked dad but dad had fallen for Charlie, so I guess this is all some sort of revenge. Paris had to find a way to break my mom so she waited until Avisha was born and now she's carrying out her crazy plan thinking she can win dad back and get money out of it. She's such a fool, a wuss and a bitchy witch."
"I just pray she doesn't do anything bad to Avisha," Cadmus says with concern.
"Amen." I sigh.
"Saying Amen sounds like you're calling our friend, Amen." Cadmus chuckles.
"I just noticed." I chuckle as Agent Barnes' car stops in front of us with a disappointed looking dad and an angry mom sitting in the backseat.
"Shit!" I exclaim.
"They know," Cadmus adds.

"Get in and start talking." Agent Barnes snaps.
We do as we're told and I explain everything on the drive home.
"We should get a reward for this." I smile nervously.
"You don't know, do you?" Agent Barnes asks.
"Know what?" Cadmus and I ask at once.
"Amanda is dead. The nurse found a note." Agent Barnes says.
"What does it say?" I ask.

"I wish there was a better way to explain this, but there isn't. I wish my poor sister could've shut up when she had the chance but she didn't. Watching a sore covered body suffocate was the most... Delightful thing ever. I can wait to see that again but this time, on my greatest friend. The little chef or the little chef's only child. There's always a choice. Choose wisely, and be expecting a call from Her Royal Majesty, The Woman in Black or as you know by now, Paris."

...

~Kim's View~

Eli and his friends are so cool. They're treating me as if they've known me all their life and that makes me feel very comfortable. Although I think Eli isn't so happy. He has a frown etched on his beautiful face.
"What are you guys watching?" A girl walks in with a guy.
"A movie," Elliot answers in a bored tone.
"No shit Sherlock," She rolls her eyes and they land on me.
"We have a new friend?" She squeals and I smile. "Hi, I'm Kim."
"Nice to meet you, Kim. I'm Eloise and this is Cadmus." She introduces.
"Nice to meet you too, Eloise and Cadmus."
"Eloise, would you believe Eli brought Kim home?" Elliot asks. What's so unbelievable about this?
"Way to go Eli. You got a girlfriend." Eloise smirks at Eli and he smiles again.
"We're just friends." Eli and I say at the same time making me blush.
"Yeah, and Cadmus was my enemy." She plops beside Cadmus with a wide smile directed towards Eli and me.
"Eloise! You're making Kim nervous and you're creeping me out with that smile of yours." Hee scolds.
"Yeah stop it," Eli adds.
"Really?" Eloise grins and I hide my cheeks with both hands.
"Aww... she's blushing." Eloise coos. Elliot joins her and I find myself in Eli's chest hiding my face in his soft lemon-smelling shirt.

All sound fades away except for his steady beating heart. It's like music to my ears. I want more. We just met and it's creepy but I want Eli and him alone.

"Let's go out." He whispers in my ear. His warmth fills me with sparks. My heart beating against my ribcage like it wants to be ripped out and I fear Eli or the others might hear.
"I think Kim doesn't want to go out." Amen teases.
I grab Eli's hand and rush out leaving the teasing teens behind us.

"Hey, Eli. Who's your friend?" Mrs. Stone smiles at us. I'm standing in front of Charlie, the famous chef. I'm even holding his son's hand. Oh Kim, when did your life get this interesting?
"Hey, mom. This is Kim and she's shy so talk to you later." Eli drags me upstairs leaving his stunned mom behind.
"Nice to meet you, Kim." Mrs. Stone waves slightly.
"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Stone," I wave back as Eli pulls me into a room.

"I'm so sorry about everyone here." Eli sighs running his hands through his hair making it fall in his eyes. This boy is too cute for his own good.
"It's fine." I manage to say once I find my voice. "Is this your room?" I admire the musically themed bedroom. I thought boys had untidy bedrooms but Eli's bedroom is arranged neatly, way better than mine.
"Yeah, sorry for the poor lighting. I like to keep the place a bit dark." He smiles.
"It's cool. I was expecting more of a battleground but I'm okay with a prince's castle." He chuckles. I sit on the floor and stare at him.

"You can't sit on the floor." He says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I prefer to sit here. I don't want to spoil your bed."
"The bed isn't important. Get up." He says. I shake my head no.
"Kim." He whines. I smile and lie on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. I must admit I'm in quite an uncomfortable position.
"I can see you don't like it," Eli smirks.
"I do like it here on the floor." He rolls his eyes and moves closer to me.
"Get up." He holds my hands and tries to pull me up. I don't budge at first but the force he pulls me with the second time has us crashing into each other. 

Mesmerizing bright brown eyes bore into mine, trapping me in all its glory.
My eyes trail down to the two fleshy plump folds of tissue that surround his mouth which play the role of speaking. I wish, I just wish I could...

"Snowball." Someone screams drawing Eli and me out of our trance.

"Eloise!"