Fists and Punches

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Elena's p o v

"Welcome back Danielle", I spoke up, a sense of happiness and anger filling in me.

"Elle?", she greeted me but it seemed more like a question to me.

"Glad to know that you still remember me", I smirked at her.

"How can I ever forget you?", she retorted. She scanned my face and added, "Seems like you have more to say than just a cordial 'Hi'!"

"How the hell can you read me so well, yet never figure out the real Dylan?", I commented.

"What do you mean?", she snapped.

"Why don't we discuss this over a cup of coffee?", I spoke up.

"I don't have time to sit and have a chit-chat with you."

"I know, you have to hide back in your den. But, I have some questions and I need their answers. Whether you answer me on your own will or by my force is upto you."

"Why do you even care? You never bothered to find out if Nick was even alive. And all of a sudden so much interest?"

"I used to think Nick was a criminal. But now I know he isn't. I am going to do whatever it takes to free him of this charge."

"So much care and love?", she gibed at me.

"If only you had shown it.", I rejoined.

"You don't even know what happened that day, so stop accusing people.", she shouted back at me.

"Then enlighten me.", I remarked.

"Look Elle, you are good in your life, pampered and loved. This world is not for you. It will eat you alive."

"That I suppose is my call to make. Not yours.", I remarked, "Do you intend to tell me the story then?"

"Fine, your wish.", she spoke up.

Finally, I would get to know what happened. I felt relieved. I never expected her to agree, but guess luck does favor me sometimes.

"When and where?"

"Today evening, behind the old den, you know where that is, sharp at 5. No other person should accompany you."

"Black dress as usual.", I sneered.

"Yes", she snorted.

"I'll be there", I spoke up, "And Danny, it's good to have you back.", I smiled at her.

"Too bad I can't say the same to you.", she turned around and walked away.

Her enmity for me was another question I needed to ask her about. But that could definitely wait. I walked back to the exit of the hospital, caught a cab and reached home. Mom stood there in the kitchen baking pancakes.

"Hey mom"

"Elle, how is Tom?", she made her way to me, her forehead wrinkled by worry.

"On his road to recovery", I smiled at her.

"That's good. Your dad and I plan to visit him today.", I nodded my head, strolling to the kitchen, grabbing a pancake and stuffing it into my mouth enjoying its taste. My heart was having a multitude of feelings booming inside it, right from anger at Nick, to a creeping sadness, to a bout of happiness, that finally, I would know the story, the real story, from the eyewitness herself.

"Elle, I've been talking to you for the past 5 minutes. Have you even been listening to me?", mom shouted at me.

"Sorry", I apologised.