Hate Me. (On Hiatus)

Day 20: Hiding

A/N:

I apologise for the quality and length of this chapter, hopefully I'll upload a better one tomorrow :)

Any guesses for who Jesse and Morgan are?

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Day 20: Hiding



I bolted out of my bed, my hair sticking to my face. Above me stood Tom with a translucent bucket of water.

"What the hell?" I shouted at him. I was annoyed that my sleep had been interrupted, but after a few seconds I was more surprised that the water actually managed to drench me.

"I take it you don't remember Fox then," he said, gloomily.

"Fox? Who the hell is Fox?" I said sarcastically.

"Very funny, Ella. Shame this whole thing isn't a laughing matter." Oh, the wise words of a dead 6-year-old.

Then I remember what happened last night. Fear travels through my system, curling out of my fingers and toes and making the hairs on the back of my neck raise.

"Where is he?" I ask.

"He's well-hidden, but he's not great, Ella. Just find him."

"Helpful, Tom, helpful." I say agitatedly while I rush down the stairs and pull on a pair of boots.

*****

I had searched everywhere for Fox, and this wasn't helped by the fact that I'm really not great at finding things. It was almost as though I was fighting a losing battle. I was quickly becoming more and more desperate.

"Help me, already!" I scream at Tom. An old man in his scooter looks up at me with a shocked expression, before smiling at me and looking over his shoulder at a alleyway that is filled with bins. I hadn't looked there.

"Fox?" I say as I gingerly walk down the alleyway, and I jump when three mangled and probably diseased rats scuttle past. "Fo-ox" I say again, elongating his name.

I hear a pained whine coming from the second bin on my right. A yellow-coloured puppy stares up at me with big, brown eyes before running over to the far corner where the alley becomes a dead end.

The bin bags stir, and I hear a low moan.

"Fox?"

"No, it's the freaking garbage monster."

"Nice to see you too." A small smile manages to surface, and then I move to help him. The puppy is gone.

A few moments later, curiosity gets the better of me and I ask "What happened?"

"Well," Fox brushes himself off and stands squarely in front of me. His eye has gone an awful shade of black and he has dried blood covering his face. "You know Mr. Goodman?"

"Yeah, I saw him last night. His nose was bleeding a lot..."

"Well he pretty much tried to kill me."

"Go on..."

"He and some other guy chased me down to the seaside," he paused, as if living through last night again. His face had darkened and his mouth was firmly together when he didn't speak. "I will admit, karate probably saved my sorry butt when they had me by my throat. I mean, my life flashed before my eyes and everything," he weakly chuckled to himself, rubbing his neck while doing so. "Mr. Goodman is a thug, Ella."

I embraced him while I tried to let what he had just said sink in, resting my head against his shoulder.

"As Tom Langridge would say," he said as he slightly pulled away from me slightly, "find out why."

I groan, making him laugh at me.

"I think he's saying that for a reason though, Ella."

"I'm trying, ok?"

We walk hand in hand back to my home.

Home.

*****

Jesse's POV:

I woke up from a nightmare in a cold sweat. It was of that kid again. He's back, and he's determined to stop us.

I grab my tattered dressing gown and order room service. I rarely stay in one place for too long. Checking my phone as I made my bed, I notice that I have one new message from an unknown number.

'You haven't got long left.'

I laugh heartily. No one threatens me.