Lucky for you kids, I just wrapped up some lessons. You owe me. My place tonight? ;)
Rebecca didn't mind checking up on Elisa at all and had she not been asked, she probably would have at least called the girl to see if she was alright. Everything that had happened the last time they were all there had been intense and awkward, especially after Elisa had all but admitted to having a kid. The whole event had been on repeat for the last few days and she had felt ridiculously bad about leaving her there, but she wasn't sure what else she could do. She shuttered at the thought of having to face Diana again, who had already gotten her in loads of trouble with her dad - though he was nowhere near as awful as that cold woman.
Leon had caught her at a good time too, as she had just finished up with her music lessons that often consumed her too much to even glance at her phone. If she had one healthy escape, her violin was it, though it was not a skill she often shared with people. She through the instrument in its case and headed to her car, a cigarette hanging from her lips all the while. Something about his text was bothering her, it had seemed so urgent even though she replied with something light hearted and flirty. Her stomach turned as she drove into Elisa's neighborhood, taking note of some red head kid climbing over an ivy covered wall - though she paid it no mind thinking it was just some kid who wanted to see the fancy houses in the gated community.
When she pulled up to her friends house, the first thing she noticed was that the front door was open and that was entirely unusual. It wasn't like them to not have that thing dead bolted with an alarm set. She got out of her car and walked through the front door. The side table that usual bore some sort of flower and vase in the doorway was knocked over. "Elisa?" Rebecca called out, earning no response. She pulled out her phone.
Rebecca:
Something's wrong.
She texted out quickly and started running up the stairs.
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Elisa wasn't sure what to do when she heard Bex come in through the door. She had been holding a sleeping Jess in a corner, the poor baby having cried herself into exhaustion. Elisa herself was in a state of shock, just rocking the baby back and forth, her neck still bleeding though she seemed not to notice at all. So Malachai really was alive and as crazy as Beck had said. He had seen Jess, the little red headed girl who couldn't possibly be her sister. Her brain was having trouble processing it all.
"Jesus fuck, Elisa. What happened?" She heard Bex exclaim.
"Jess's dad," Elisa answered.
"What do you mean her dad? What's going on? Oh my God you're bleeding." Bex frantically searched for something to wipe off all the blood that had amassed on her neck, wanting to see how deep the wound really went. She settled on some doily that had been left out as decoration.
Seeing her best friend's face full of worry and upset, knowing that Rebecca was usually so carefree, turned Elisa into a crying mess who proceeded to tell her friend everything - careful to leave out the part about Beck and Leon being in a gang, as that wasn't her story to tell. But she told her everything about Malachai and her parents and how they made her lie about Jessa being her sister. As Elisa cried, Bex held her not knowing what to say, but who would? Elisa didn't expect her to say anything. It was a shitty situation that she had let continue on for far too long.
"Look, E, go take a shower. I'll put Jess in bed. Leon and Beck should be on there way. I think we should call the poli-" Bex began to ramble but Elisa cut her off.
"No cops. I don't need that right now."
"But he literally cut you. Beck is gonna be furious."
"No. Cops."
"Okay..." Bex shook her head in resignation.
Elisa did however, take her advice and quickly rinsed off in the shower and changed her clothes. The cut on her neck looked like it would need stitches and she cursed under her breath. The shirt she had been wearing was stained down the front and made her sick to look at.
Why did this become my life? I should just end it. Dark thoughts crept into her mind as she stared into the mirror, noticing her skeletal frame and dead eyes. She tried to remember a time when she was happy, truly happy, and struggled to think of a time that was more than just a fleeting moment with Beck. When had she had prolonged happiness? Had she ever? All she could remember was pain and numbness. She couldn't deal with this much longer. She didn't want to. It was too much. She was too much trouble for Beck, too much trouble for her family...No one benefits from me being alive.
She turned and exited the bathroom, sliding down a wall and taking a seat on the floor, waiting for the commotion that Beck and Leon would likely bring. She put her head on her neck. More blood. Good, maybe it'll kill me.
Unlikely, but part of her still hoped. "Jesus, it's still bleeding?" Bex groaned, having found an actual rag somewhere and pressed it against neck. "I thought for sure all that was just from the initial wound. Damn it. I hope your boyfriend knows how to stitch because I am not about to MacGyver that shit."