Chapter 18
Ella's POV:
The hours pass as Declan and I lay in the sunflower field waiting for the sun to descend. He said he wanted to stay till sunset because he wanted me to see it, s
As we pull into my bumpy driveway a feeling of dread sits in my chest. I don't want to go and I don't want him to leave. Willing myself out of the car, I tell him thank you and then head up to my house. When I get inside, I get ready to run upstairs just when my mom stops me."Ella Mae Emerson," She says, her lips curving up. "Where have you been?"
Chapter 19Declan's POV:"Are you okay Ellie?" I question, her stiff body language just an observation I take into account.
Ella's POV:It's been a little over an hour since Declan left for football practice and I already miss him. Just sitting in between his legs with my back against his chest and his fingers brushing along my skin felt special, safe. The way Declan makes me feel is amazing, he makes all things in this world better.
Chapter 20Ella's POV:Loud coughs erupt deep in my throat, a dry scratchy feeling that itches like crazy. The harshness of it wakes me up as my coughs try to relieve the uncomfortable
Declan's POV:"Get your head in the game, Anderson!" My coach yelled for like the hundredth fucking time today. It's getting on my fucking nerves.All football practice my concentration has been elsewhere, well by elsewhere I mean it's been preoccupied with Ella. Those big blue eyes were all I c
Chapter 21Declan's POV:"What the hell do you want?" I hiss, I don't have the fucking time for this, I need to look for Ella.
The sound of footsteps meets my ears, but in my weakened state, I can't place them nor see them. My vision doesn't want to work but at least I can hear. God help me if it's my kidnapper, is he coming to kill me? At this point, I'm not sure I can care.A door slowly creeps open. Then footsteps slap loudly against the floor. "Oh my god." Someone says, but I can't match the voice, can't find the ambition to.
Chapter 22Ella's POV:One minute I'm reliving a horrible nightmare, the next I'm flying up with widened eyes, my hand clasping my chest. Ragged breaths leave my pasty lips as I try to