Smitten with the devil's son

Through the secluded street, Eleanor runs down the boulevard like a bat out of hell.

Her long black hair drifts vigorously in different directions, her lips narrowly open as they evaded burning breaths. She didn't curtail for a second either to take a pause.

Rather, Eleanor intensified her pace.

Streamlet of sweats bedeck her face, her emerald green eyes were obscured with raining tears as she scampers on the ragged grounds, her foot exposed.

Her heart is rawly kicking heavily, her palms were glossy in a cold sweat. The burning sun rose notoriously while she fled to her ray of hope.

Her mother is succumbing to the aisle of death, the sole family she possesses is dying in her presence and there's absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Eleanor knew this truth, she knew that if her dear mother is gone from this world. Then, she will have to die for this life will be insignificant for her to dwell.

Barely two years ago, her father died from a vicious lung disease. They had no money for the operation and he kicked the bucket, leaving her and her mother in this extremely unpleasant world.

As if that overwhelming pain wasn't enough, her father's properties and wills were forcefully claimed by his people. Abandoning her and her mother with zero to hold on to.

And currently, the solitary essence which she'd labour endlessly for day and night. Sun and rain are about to leave her too, she will never allow that to happen. That she had sworn.

A thunderbolt clapped abruptly and Eleanor knockdown flatly to the ground, it came as a sudden shock to her.

"Ah!" She winced, painfully.

Carefully, she straightens up between thick groans and grunts. Hastily, she brushed the strands of hair concealing her face. And then, she began again with shaky legs like never before.

She peeks at the sky, the clouds were gathering as they grew dark. The previously scorching sun has hidden behind them, dimming its precious rays from the earth.

In a few minutes... Eleanor, arrived at Clarkson's (her boyfriend) apartment.

She hustle into the pouch, quickly reached out to the doorbell, and pressed the raven black control.

Her heart rises and collapses heavily, her hectic breathing frantically thick as she impatiently awaits his presence.

"I hope his home!" Eleanor breathed shakily as she continuously pressed the doorbell control. However, she got no response.

Eleanor flicked her eyes, she lay the first stone at the flower pot where Clarkson constantly kept his spare keys. Without a second, she surged for it but couldn't unearth it.

She whimpered in despair, raw sorrow, and pure grief became one as they streamed wickedly through her body as if disparaging her.

Miraculously, the door stirred a few rattling noises and Eleanor's eyes dilated in surprise as she rushed to the entrance.

Instantly, the door opened ajar and Clarkson came into view. He's merely on his white pants, his broad chest denuded and he's bleeding beads of sweat profusely.

A pause pregnant silence rungs in...

"Eleanor?! Er... What are you doing here?" He asked surprised, he was startled to see her.

"Don't you wanna see me here?" She asked instead, her emerald green eyes suspiciously trailing down his sensitive body.

"Huh? No, please don't misunderstand my words that way," Clarkson replies almost immediately as he continuously glimpses behind him.

Eleanor sniffed briefly, she silently gazed at him as she grasps a flicker of weird sensations from him.

Clarkson is restless and disturbed —whatever is inside his house, he wouldn't want her to capture a glimpse of it.

"What do you want?" Clarkson asked, but it came as a rude snap this time.

Nevertheless, Eleanor brushed every thought off her head as she spoke pathetically to him. "Nana is sick, very sick. I'm truly afraid my mother would die, Clarkson," she said sorrowfully.

"I'm sorry about that, so what has that got to do with me?" Clarkson blunts out before he could halt his words.

Instantly, he felt badly awful for spilling the harsh words but then, the deed is done. One can't fix up a shattered crystal glass.

He was inwardly aiming at Eleanor, he wants to get rid of her but not in a despicable way.

"What has that got to do with you?!" Eleanor had wanted to yell furiously at him but she did reasonably in restraining herself.

Not when she urgently needed his sole help, she'd have to strongly clutch down her ego.

"Nana needs an exclusive medication, and right now... I'm penniless, Clarkson. You are my only hope, I don't have anyone else but you. Please my love, I greatly need your help," Eleanor confided, her eyes brimming again on recalling her mother's health.

She clamped her hands, nervously fidgeting her fingers as she locked eyes with Clarkson who gawked speechlessly at her.

His expression was inscrutable, making her feel like a stranger who had just barged into his home.

On norms, she should be upset at him for keeping her outside and not letting her in. But then, her mother's health is at stake here, she hadn't even mind but fled to this territory barefooted.

The silence lingers... The other anticipates a response, while the other one chooses to stay tight-lipped like a dumbass.

"Cla-Clarkson?" Eleanor shutter in anticipation, her countenance wriggling in immense worries.

"Clark darling!" A feminine voice calls, her voice reflecting throughout the abode.

Incredulously, Eleanor grimaces on hearing the womanly call. She snapped her head at the inward of the house and then, glared back at Clarkson.

"Y-your cheating on me, Clarkson?" She spills out the uncertain question, her index finger poking at her chest as her raw emotions bottled up.

"Yes, for weeks now," He blatantly answers, no remorse or guilt in his brown eyes.

"What?" Eleanor exclaimed shockingly, but it came unnaturally calm.

Her emerald green eyes sprang tearfully, her heart kicking beyond words. Eleanor shudders as her heart cracks, she felt as if someone was drumming vigorously in her head.

"Clark?" The feminine called again, her voice cutting through the silence as she came into view behind him.

"Isle!!" Eleanor unruly shrieks, her eyes fused at her best friend behind her boyfriend.

Isle scoffed, she dramatically crossed her hands underneath her chest as she smiled pretentiously at Eleanor. "It's the bitch again," she intently sneered.

Clarkson lagged aside, he stared foolishly at the both aggravated ladies. He attempted to say a word. However, he strangely lost his voice of words.

"F*ck you Clarkson!" Eleanor screamed angrily at his stifled face, she felt like stabbing his heart multiple times.

He ditched her for her best friend (her best friend since diaper) her best friend whom she nearly gave up her life for.

What a cruel world.

"Hey bitch, don't insult my boyfriend!" Isle shouted madly, her veins throbbing around her neck which exhibits her raw anger.

"F*ck you, Isle. You're a whore!" Eleanor screamed back, taking stagnant steps towards Isle. 

"You can say that again!" Isle lashed back.

Eleanor was provoked, she knew Isle didn't see her forthcoming assault which was storming from her. In a twinkle, her hardened fists flee across Isle's face.

"Shit!" Clarkson cussed, scurrying towards the unsettled ladies in his home.

What an unforeseen disastrous day.