Saved by HIM

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Corey's P O V

This chapter I decided to add a song again, which is "Born To Die" by Lana Del Rey.

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Look for something positive in each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.

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I woke up early on December 26, excited to finally go back home. I'd missed Ella so much, and have been calling her every morning to make sure she was okay.  She hadn't been answering, but I just assumed she was busy.

It was still 7:45, and she probably won't be awake, so I decided not to call her yet.

Instead, I went downstairs to get breakfast.

As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted with my parents with huge smiles on their faces.

"Why are you guys so, happy?  When you came here you said you never wanted to leave," I said.

"Well, your mom and I decided we miss home.  Aunt Clara didn't use to be this crazy," Dad said while chucking. 

I smiled the whole trip, Aunt Clara annoyed us by asking millions of questions about Ella.  Mom and Aunt Clara had walked in on me while I was calling Ella one morning, and Mom started gushing to her sister about how perfect Ella and I are together.

It was Mom's fault Aunt Clara was being annoying anyways, but I knew that she'd never admit it. I was only worried something had happened since Ella hadn't texted me or answered any of my calls. I knew I shouldn't be worried, but the thought of her being hurt made me want to kill.

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When the plane landed, I nearly jumped out of my seat, ready to get our suitcases and go home to see Ella.

"Son, calm down.  You will see her soon enough, and you can go home and stop annoying the people on this plane," Dad scolded me.

I glared at my dad, and Mom laughed.

"Its true though, Corey," Mom said, "Some of the people are glaring at you right now because you wouldn't shut up about seeing Ella the whole plane ride."

I grumbled, and slouched back onto my seat, waiting for the people to get their bags from overhead. They were taking forever, and I just wanted to go home, shower, then meet up with Ella. Florida sucked during the winter because there wasn't any snow where we were in the humid weather.

Plus, it was states away from our home in Pennsylvania and too far from Ella.

I was snapped out from my thoughts about Florida, and was met with an empty aisle way. My parents stood there with all of our bags from overhead, and shoved mine into my stomach.

"Stop daydreaming lover boy, and help us go get our luggage," Dad grumbled.

Mom laughed. "Still thinking about Ella?" she asked me.

I didn't say anything. Even though that wasn't exactly true, I had been thinking about how much I missed her while in Florida.

That was when I realized we were on the ground again. I whipped out my phone and texted Ella.

Corey- Just got off the plane. Cya soon!

I waited for her to respond, to read the text, or to even call me, but she didn't do anything. Had I said something wrong in one of the voicemails I'd sent her a couple of days ago?

I hope I didn't do anything wrong.

I felt frustrated. Yet, I couldn't ever become mad at her because I was falling in love.  Scratch that.  I have already fallen for her, and once you fall, it's impossible to get up.

2 hours later

By the time we had finally gotten out of the airport, I was rushing towards our parked car that sat in the car lot.

The drive home seemed even longer, with me itching to shower and look good for Ella.  I need to know what the hell was wrong!

After thirty minutes, we were finally home, the snow almost melted.  Puddles littered our yard along with others, and it was freezing outside.  I had forgotten to wear a jacket and longer pants because I was starting to become used to the hot and humid weather in Florida. 

Running inside the house with my suitcases, I took a shower and got dressed in warmer clothing.  Moving quickly, I grabbed my jacket, phone, wallet, and keys, heading out to my car.

Ella, here I come.