Thirty-one.

Elle POV.

She haven’t came back yet, I’m waiting for her but she’s not back, I call but the phone is always turned off, it says leave a message, I left one, I left two, I even left ones where I’m screaming and crying for her to come back but no answer, she never called back.

Paul my friend, the one who saw me suffer through the week, I stopped bothering with make-up, it’s only doing harm and not much of good, I still look like the dead after putting some of it on my face, I decided to skip most morning. I broke and told him everything, he knew Devil’s work, I didn’t dare to tell, to say she’s a hired killer, she’d kill me for sure if I do that, but he knew, I didn’t know how he knew, I should ask him.

But for all now all I care about is him pulling some strings and asking about my Devil, I’d do anything to keep her safe, I just want to know she’s safe, even if she doesn’t want me anymore. Paul took his sweet time getting back to me, every time I asked him, he said it need more time