Eight pairs of eyes stayed focused on Eleanor. No one dared to talk and shock was written on everyone's face. What was she doing here? I didn't think Gemma had called her because she was staring at her friend agape and it looked like her anger had suddenly faded away.
"Eleanor?" Gemma whispered as if she was starting to wonder whether she was having hallucinations. Her friend didn't answer but she kept staring at the back of the room, right where Louis was standing.
Then we heard someone swearing and a hand grabbed my arm, tightening hard. So hard that I winced in pain and I soon found myself kneeled down.
"You asked Eleanor to follow you? That was not a good thing to do, Scarlett. You weren't fair," a low voice I recognised as Paul's muttered in my ear.
"I didn't tell her anything! Let go off my arm!" I yelled but he held my arm tighter. Stop, please, stop. I felt weak and the pain was unbearable. Stop! I wanted to scream and to punch him but I couldn't move and the sound didn't come out of my mouth.
"She's telling the truth, Paul." The harsh tone of Eleanor was enough for him and he released me. I glanced quickly at my arm and saw the trace of his nails into my skin.
"How did you find that place then?" Paul spat while crossing his arms on his chest. He looked angrier and was becoming quite scary. Eleanor crossed her arms too and shrugged her shoulders. "Don't you dare talk to me like that. I didn't find that place at random." Paul moved closer to her.
"Answer me. You're in my house and asked for an answer!" Eleanor didn't seem to be about to answer but another voice said sharply, "that's not your house, Paul. It's mine."
Paul slowly turned around and looked daggers at Louis, who didn't seem impressed at all.
"I was at Gemma's earlier because of something that happened to her boyfriend," Eleanor started to speak but she only looked at Gemma and I. But at the end of her sentence, Paul laughed.
"What's so funny, you idiot!" Gemma yelled even though we all knew why he was acting like that.
Paul grinned. "Something that happened to your boyfriend. What a sad stuff it must be for you..."
I rushed toward Gemma and held her back as she was about to throw herself at Paul, surely to murder him.
"Gemma, please, wait a short while. I'll let you kick his ass later but wait for a very short while," I whispered to her but I doubted she heard me.
"What happened to Josh?" Harry, Zayn and Niall suddenly exclaimed together.
Without even looking at them, Paul shrugged his shoulders and replied calmly, "we killed him."
The three young men went mad and started to yell and tried to release themselves but it didn't work, which made Paul laughed even more.
But he didn't notice Eleanor who had rushed toward him, grabbed his shirt and now was on the verge on spitting at him or hitting as hard as she could.
"Why. Did. You. Do. That?!" she pronounced each and every of her words very slowly and clearly, while anger was sparkling in her eyes.
"He found out about Liam and Louis. He was disturbing. That's all I have to explain." A long silence followed his sentence, apart from Eleanor who was breathing heavily.
"Eleanor, no!" I yelled but it was too late. Her fist hit Paul's cheek before I finished my sentence. Meanwhile, I had released Gemma who had run toward him as well. Throwing herself at him, they know were lying on the ground and Gemma was fuming.
Eleanor had rolled further in the room and now was sitting down, watching her friend hit Paul countless times. She didn't speak nor yell but she cried harder and harder at each punch she gave him.
At first, Paul didn't move but suddenly, his fist hit Gemma in the stomach and she fell on the floor, wincing. As if nothing had happened, he slowly stood up and walked away, leaving her lying there. I rushed toward Gemma while he walked toward Eleanor and towered her from all his height as she was sitting down.
"I gave you explanations. Now give me yours."
"I left Gemma's house but I knew she would surely do something stupid because of her grief. So I waited for hours and in the early morning, she drove away. I just followed her but I had no idea what I'd find at the end."
"I guess that's not what you expected, was it? Surprised, are you?" A smirk appeared on Paul's face; he looked so pleased with himself.
"Surprised, yes. But angry and disgusted. You can't imagine how much!"
But their conversation was interrupted by Harry, who looked completely beside himself. He looked so dark.
"You asshole! How dared you kill him?! HOW DID YOU DARE HIT MY SISTER?!" I couldn't explain how he did that, but he had somehow managed to free himself. His hands now free, he punched Louis as hard as he could and ran closer toward Paul. Louis collapsed on the ground, utterly taken aback.
"You're gonna pay for that, Paul. You are so abject." And he hit the older man in the stomach with his knee. The latter reeled for a short but it didn't last. However he didn't walk back toward Harry. He took a gun out of his jacket and grinned at Harry.
"I don't see why it should be fair."
And he pointed out the gun at me. I was unable to move, staring wide-eyed at his finger on the trigger.
"You shall not die first, Harry. Told you Scarlett would pass away first. But I said I wouldn't anything to Gemma and I will do as I said."
Harry didn't answer nor move. If he did, Paul would surely pull the trigger and he knew it. This time, there was no possible escape.
"Close your eyes, it will be painless."
Slowly, I did so and resigned myself to wait for the death.
The sound of the bullet boomed out in the room. But the pain didn't come. And a scream that wasn't mine echoed in the hall.