Elle POV. “Tell me a story” I whisper over the phone, tonight was one of the worst nights ever, I had several nightmares back to back, I woke more than once but I managed to get back to sleep, but the last one was very bad. I couldn’t go back to sleep, I was scared of my own mind, having an overactive imagination turned to be a curse in lonely nights, every sound, every murmur my brain translated and turned into a monster hiding in the darkness. “A story, but you are the writer between the two of us,” she says in a reply with a chuckle, she’s right usually I’m the one who makes up the stories, I’m the author, and I’m really proud about it. “I know, but tonight, I need you to do it,” I say in a sad voice, it was more of a whisper, I can’t tell her a story, not with how scared I’m feeling right now, my story would be one about ghosts, fear, demons that lurk outside your home and not the one under the bed ready to snatch you and take you to hell, the real hell. I was never scared of t
Elle POV. I fell asleep after a while the hug did help, and you’d think my nightmares would be afraid of Devil, that they’d go away for the night, instead, they were there, as bad as ever. I saw him, hurting me and laughing, the laugh, the cold laugh, the one that he’s extremely happy at what he just did, hurt me. The dream kept going, but it didn’t end there, I saw myself running away from him, I made it to the door, I left the house, but it wasn’t our usual home, there was an elevator waiting there. I clicked and waited for it to come, while he followed me, I made it inside the elevator, I clicked on the ground floor, but then the elevator went quickly, it went down, but then up again, I almost fell a few times, but then it stopped. I wasn’t in the base level like I expected, I was somewhere in the upper floors, I walked out of the elevator, but the thing was all mixed up, I saw hand prints, bloody hand prints. Too afraid of that I ran back to the elevator but it wouldn’t come, I
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
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
Devil POV. I just made my worst mistake, I just trusted someone, I invited them inside my home, and I gave her a chance to hurt me, I never trusted anyone, I stopped doing that a long time ago, but still here I am having Elle inside my life, allowing her to be a part of my life. She could be a liar, she could be here to hurt me, she could be a very good hitman paid to kill me, being all quiet, all innocent. But her innocence can’t be faked, she can’t be that good of an actress even if she tried, I don’t get lied to easily, now how she found me was weird, I didn’t expect her to be able to find me. I don’t hide what I am, I’m a killer, and I have no ties, no connection, and no loyalties to anyone. She found me somehow, she told me she was looking for a killer, I decided to entertain her and go with her request, just asking about what and why she wanted a killer, it’s whom she wanted to kill really that I need to know. It’s her father, she wants to kill her sperm donor, I asked why,