Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟒 • 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗌

𝖺/𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋. 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈 :/

Ellie

The house was dark when I pulled up, which is a good sign. Allie can interrogate me tomorrow all she wants, but not tonight.

Pulling my keys out, I unlock the door, and kept it steady in my hands to minimize the squeaking. It finally latches, and upon turning the deadbolt, I felt relief that I'd get off scotch free until a later date, but that'd be too easy.

My back is still turned when the dining room light turned on from behind, and Allie's voice soon following.

"Where were you?"

My eyes rolled as I turned and saw her sitting there- arms and legs crossed. It really did feel like I had been caught in a salacious act of some sort.
And some could argue I have.

"Meeting ran late." I didn't look at her as I passed by and walked down the hall, unbuttoning my shirt as she continued on behind me.

"That's bullshit, Ellie. Meetings don't last until midnight. Where the fuck were you?"

Her hands are on her hips as she stood in the doorway of the bathroom, blocking me from closing it.

I finished unbuttoning my shirt, my arms loosely hanging at my sides, and I sigh, immediately patching together an excuse in my head to keep this from escalating.

"Remember how Eric was a no show at the meetings last month?"

Her brows furrowed, and frustration turned to confusion.

"Yeah, why?"

I scratched my cheek, and leaned into her, pretending to be distraught over the bullshit I was about to spew, really putting my acting skills to work.

"He showed up tonight in bad shape. I stayed behind with Kris to help out."

I see her face searching, eyes beyond me, and figuring out if she was going to believe it or not.

If it goes south, I can bring up the times I've gotten off work early only to see random cars parked in the driveway, one that I recognized as her dead beat baby daddy's ride.

Her arms cross. She finally made a decision.

"You know I don't like her." She said, sour, and extra emphasis on 'her', but it's not new.
She hated any woman I interacted with, but she especially hated Kris because of how much time we spent together, whether it was meetings or texting. But it was literally for the sake of my sobriety, she knew this, and I'm starting to think that's the issue.

How fucking hypocritical.

She doesn't want me to get better, at least not 100%. She's far from it, and if I leave her behind, then what?

I sighed, looking at her and then to the floor, pinching my the bridge of my nose, wondering if it were Skyler here now, how different would our nights look.

Now I'm the hypocrite.

"Can we not do this tonight-" I exhaled, hand on the door handle, "I have to be up in 5 hours."
I was tense where I stood, and I could tell she wasn't happy with my response, but I was saved by the cries of a woken child.

Her head turns, looking down the hall towards the sound, and then one last look at me. It was calloused and resentful, making it harder to remember if there was ever anything else.