Elle POV.
After she left, I went back to my coffee it was not that hot anymore but warm enough to be very enjoyable, and you can’t waste a good cup of life, I drank it, I had work, and I had to go to the diner, but not until later. I should do some work at home, even if I’m poor I can’t be dirty, my sheets need to be cleaned, I sweat too much last night, I hate nightmares, they ruin my night, day, and the next morning I’m always feeling all weird and off. I went first to my bedroom and stripped the bed, I didn’t own a washing machine, but the building offers a shared laundry facility one of the good parts of this building, I also got my clothes, I don’t mind mixing everything, it’s much cheaper than doing multiple washes, although not preferable. I took everything down, placed them all together and started washing, I only do washing once every week, I don’t have enough clothes to go for more than one week, so I always have to wash them up to have enough clean clothes to get me going for another week. In the meantime, I got my phone and started to type for my next story, I wasn’t joking, I’m several chaps short, who sell a story and haven’t written it yet! Me apparently! This is one of my many wrong economic decisions, not the first I ever made and it probably won’t be the final one. After my laundry was done, I went back home I was hungry, but I didn’t have anything to eat, my best meal happened to be instant ramen, they were cheap, and fast. I need to eat before getting to work, I made the mushy food, I might be a little, but I love real food, I’m a big foodie. I ate the food and got dressed, I had jeans along with a Tshirt and a hoodie on top, it’s cold when I have to walk back home, I locked the door behind me and started the walk toward my work, the diner wasn’t that far away. I said hi to everyone, before walking in to change my clothes, I hate the uniform, it’s so cheap that the material is transparent, I have to make sure to put something underneath it or I’ll risk flashing everyone, it’s more tips for the other waitress but not me, I don’t want that. I got my uniform on, above a long-sleeved tee, and tights, I kept my sneakers on and went to work. Most of our customers are dirty, rude, and bad people, you learn to bite your lip, to look the other way to avoid looking into people’s eyes, I just doing my work, when I saw some weird people walking in, they weren’t our usual type of customers. They were clean, they had suits on, I didn’t recognize them, why are they here, it wasn’t just one person, they were few people. I was the one to serve them, I’m the only one who wouldn’t open my shirt to show my boobies or try to flirt. The owner of this place, even he knew if one of the waitresses tried to flirt with them, they’d kill her, they aren’t our usual but we know what this is all about. “Elle, go there,” the owner tells me, I never bothered to learn his name, I prefer calling him Mr Jerk. “Yes, sir” I simply reply before going over, they won’t order anything, but I still have to ask. “Evening, my name is Elle, I’m your waitress for tonight what can I get you?” I say with a smile, they won’t order, but hopefully, they’ll tip. The guy who looked in charge looked at me, his eyes were blue, the bluest I ever saw, and his hair was blondish, brushed back, dressed in a suit like the rest but he looked even the best. His face was covered with a soft soft-looking beard, it was well-kept, and trendy, well according to I*******m, he looked beautiful, he smiled at me showing perfectly white teeth, and I felt my heart stutter a bit. “We’ll take water” he says to me, I just nod and move, I didn’t think they’d want tap water, so I got them bottled ones, I took it back to their table, and they all thanked me, making me blush, I never hear a thank you. I gave them their water and moved back to the rest of my customers, none of them were any polite to me, some, I just felt like vomiting or maybe burning him and the diner together but I couldn’t do that. I saw the sexy guys meet with another man, he looked like our typical, he’s the typical bad guy biker, the one who’s dirty looking, rude, and into some illegal work. It happens everywhere in the world, not just where I am, I watched them talk, the biker guy got angry, he yelled, he hit the table a few times and when he did, I took a step back, hiding, I don’t get between people when they fight, it’ll end up having me hurt. I saw the guys in suits sit back, watching the biker yell and scream until he left their table, they left some money on the table and left, not without throwing one last look toward me, he smiled at the blond guy, the pretty guy, before finally leaving. I went back toward their table and took the money they left, he didn’t simply leave me a tip, he left five hundred dollars, people hardly leave a fiver! I was stunned, I was quick to put the money away, if the owner saw it, he’d take it all from me, I hid it in my pocket, and moved as usual. My shift is a long one, I come around noon and stay until closing time, I will try to find a better job I promise, no one wants to be a waitress around here, I’m always on the search for a better job. At least a place where the customers don’t fight at least once every evening, but with how young I am, it’s kind of hard, there’s always the option of me becoming a stripper, strippers do well, just look at CardiB, no shade I freaking love her. After the stupid shift was finally over, I changed my clothes back, putting the hoodie on me, it’s colder at night, and it’ll also get colder as days go by, maybe I could use my tip and buy a real jacket, one that could keep me warm, along with a beanie? Gloves? You know winter clothes, those aren’t cheap, oh I could also get some boots! I had my eyes on a pair of fake timberland, even fake ones, I couldn’t afford those, but I was extremely happy about my tip! I walked back home, it was dark, cold and scary, the distance wasn’t that long, I’m used to walking it, I shouldn’t be scared, but I guess last night's nightmares had the best of me, I was worried, scared, tonight wasn’t a usual one. I tried to swallow my pain, I was just overthinking, my imagination is having the best of me yet again, I should just keep walking. I almost did that, I could see the house, it was like my dreams, I saw home, I almost made it back to my home but then the bad thing happened, bad things always happen to good people, I don’t claim to be the best person ever, but I’m not that bad either. A guy jumped on me, he had a gun, I knew this guy, he was in the bar, and he tried to grab my butt a few times, I was scared for my life, I didn’t want to die, not here and not like this. “Give me the money bitch” he says. “What money?” I ask, I was really stunned, and scared. “The money you have hidden in the diner! I saw you now hand it over!” he says, he means my tip, he’s going to steal my jacket and boots money, I felt tears fill my eyes. “I don’t have it” I lie in one last attempt to keep them. “I’ll shoot you bitch! Hand it over” he says again, I didn’t want to die, I handed him the money, and he took it and left leaving me stunned in the middle of the street. Too scared he’ll try and do something else, I took off running, toward home, I ran like crazy, took the stairs and not the elevator, I made it to my apartment, and locked myself in where it’s safe before I began to cry, crying my heart out until I felt better, until there was no more tears to cry and I fell asleep.Elle POV. I cried myself to sleep, and I woke up starving, as I always do after a good cry, I could kiss the boots and jacket goodbye, I’ll freeze for another year, and after I pay Devil up, the money I’d save up would go to me. For now, I woke up groggy, I skipped brushing my face or tear from how mad I am, but after second thought, I did need the bathroom, I ran inside needing to pee, I always forget to pee until the last second, I talked myself into brushing my teeth, and even washing my face. My eyes were filled with icky things from crying during the night, I washed my face and moved back to the kitchen, I made myself a giant cup of coffee to help with my headache. I moved back to the living room, took a seat on the sofa and got my laptop, I always take my anger out in my stories, I check my notifications, and read the messages from the readers, those are the best parts of my day. I opened a new document and started typing my newest story is all about how mad I am at being robb
Elle POV. Get my things ready, okay, what do I own really, just my clothes, laptop, and phone, that’s all I got under my name. For my clothes they all fit into one bag, and my laptop and phone fit in the laptop bag, I finished packing all of those and went back outside, what now, I still have to pay rent, and I want to have a place to be able to come back to in case everything goes not the right way. I know I live in my own dream world, but even I know that this isn’t one of my stories, Devil won’t take me away with her, Devil won’t be my mommy, Devil would lose interest in the end. “I’m ready,” I tell her with both my bags in hand, she smiles and leads me outside toward her car, the red Camaro, the car stood out in my neighbour it didn’t belong there none of the cars were fancy enough to be even compared to hers, and even the flashy ones aren’t that flashy, but still there stood the red sports car. Devil opened the trunk for my things, I could see other bags there, some plastic, so
Elle POV. I need to work, although I’d love to stay in the house, in my PJ, drinking coffee, messy hair and typing (Side note, that’s how I always work). Instead, I had to beg Devil to let me go to my work, my other work, the diner, where I meet bad-smelling people, that work, but I had no idea how to get there really, we were on a side of the town that I didn’t know. “Devil, I need to get to work” I beg with her to no use, she’s not listening, I guess she’s ignoring me on purpose, I’ve already told her twice I need to get going. “Forget about it” was her only reply, forget about what! I just look at her all confused, she needs to do better than this, I’m not getting her. “You’re not going back to that work Elle, forget that” she says, wait! I haven’t been here a full day and she’s already forbidding me of going to my own job, I made a mistake. “I can’t do that Devil, I need to work,” I say back to her, first I won’t be able to work, then I’ll become completely dependent on her.
Elle POV. “Devil, let me go please” I whisper to her, who’d think a hitman was this cuddly, she had me in her arms, hugging the breath out of me, she wasn’t letting me go no matter how hard I tried to get out of her arms. She just grumbled and hugged me even closer to her, I sighed and wait for her to let me go, but she didn’t let me go, she kept her hold on me until she finally was ready to let go. “Morning princess,” she says her hand going toward my hair and messing with it, it helped calm me down except for one thing, I needed to pee! I need her to let me go, like right now. “Devil…” I mumble trying to get out of her arms but she didn’t let me go. « Yes princess? » she answered still holding me tight, I tried to wiggle my way out but she’s one strong woman.“I need to pee,” I say finally, I couldn’t wait anymore, I really need to pee. “Go pee” she says with a laugh giving me a push out of the bed, I was about to go back to my room and use the bathroom there when she called ou
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Devil POV. “I’m driving you Elle” I decided later that day, Elle had work, I knew the owner, I had done a job for the owner before it was a protection job, but the owner loved me, he trusted me and I trusted him. That’s why I decided to allow Elle to work there, last time I was over they were short on waitress, I might have had a talk with the owner, including a raise, it wasn’t the café paying, it was me, but that is our small secret. “No need, I can walk” she replies, it wasn’t an option, it was more of an order, she need to get used to obeying me, I can’t keep her safe unless she does as I say. “I said I’m driving Elle, let’s go” I ordered her walking her outside of the bedroom, she’s still wearing her old clothes, I wanted to buy her a new wardrobe, but that would be hard, she doesn’t agree on it yet. I didn’t want to force her, it would happen, but I had to get her to agree to it, it just took some time. “You are meanie, you know that?” she says pouting walking with me towar