A Deal With The Devil

Momma pray for me

Astra's POV

Astra why don't you think? I groaned running my hand through my hair.

At this point my breathing had turned chaotic, like my life wasn't chaotic enough, I went and got myself into trouble, not just any trouble, one that could cost my life.

In fact there is always a way to solve issues without putting yourself in trouble, but Astra Ria Montero knew nothing about thinking before acting.

Momma I love you, but please I don't want to join you now, I haven't found the person behind your murder.

Unable to handle the wicked fear creeping up on me, I crept lowly to the floor with my grip tight on the binoculars, I'd be dead if it fell from my hand and made any noise. Yes, I was buildings away from them, I'd be dead if they were superhuman with x-ray vision or something.

At this point, my white dress shirt was translucent from sweat, just like how light my skin color looked, translucent.

Why didn't I use my head? Why didn't I think things through?

They are going to kill me, this is how I'm going to die!

My tendrils were sticking to my face from the sweat breaking out from the crown of my head and subsequently dripping down my face, like my unshed tears, in haste I pulled them away scratching my self with my nails as a result.

You will feel more than that sting if they get you, I thought my left cheek bone smarting from the scratch but I almost felt nothing, if they caught me, they'd do all sorts of evil, ones that will make me pray for death.

And if they got me, nobody would know. I took a shaky breath, trying to think rationally. They couldn't see me, I was too far away.

And there I was in a huge abandoned high rise building, in pure darkness as strong as the love my mother had for me, and if I died there, nobody would know, the men would cover all trace, and nobody would care, my father and his family would be excited and thrilled, afterall they wanted my mother's money and as for my deadbeat ex boyfriend, he had probably erased me from his memories.

Didn't I have any sense for survival? All my life I wanted nothing more than to survive this world and its cruelty but yet in a spree of anger, I threw all reasoning into the air and dug my own grave.

Fear was eating me up just as much as I was eating away my finger nails from the explicit and palpable dread.

And there, buried in the shackles of fear and death, time floated away as I sat crouched on the cold hard floor with my head buried between my knees, my hair had been let loose and enveloped me like curtains, I was tired and ridden with unease and with no life left in me, I grabbed my bag to get my phone.

2 hours had passed and it was now 11pm at night.I had lost good two hours of study time I thought, dragging myself up. My eyes were clouded with sleep and at that moment I felt the uncomfortable breaking of my heart.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of pain took over me, the tight feeling in my chest grew as much as the lump in my throat persisted.

I was exhausted, I just wanted to go home.

Every block of strength had drained to sand in the whispering time of 2 hours. If my momma was alive, would life be like this? I was too tired for this life. Despair and sadness enveloped me like the loneliness I felt. I was exhausted. I just wanted to go home. But I had no home. So, I walked out of the building into the night, my figure; a silhouette of sorrow."

Stepping out into the windy night, I felt the air run through me, like I was suddenly invisible and had no form. Yet, the calm steadiness of the breeze beneath my feet grounded me as I walked, quick strides propelling me forward, my steps light despite their echoes. I needed to be strong for myself.

Just a few streets over, I entered a poorly-lit alley, where the echoes of my footsteps and rhythmic tap of my feet after every two steps alerted the huge figure of my alpha wolf, Bobba. He emerged from his hiding spot, his glinting black eyes meeting mine.

“Come here, baby,” I whispered, falling to my knees, arms wide open. Bobba trotted over, his regal presence unmistakable.

My dear Bobba was my comfort.

"Did you miss me?" I cooed, scratching his head as he licked his paws.

"Come on let's get out of here" I rose to my feet, and Bobba strolled beside me, his thick black hair full enough for his grand physic. His glinting black eyes held the pride of an alpha wolf, his gigantic build almost overshadowing my 5’6” self. Despite his towering presence, his slow stride, warm eyes, and lazy grin whispered comfort. His protective stance warmed me, reassuring me in his silent, loyal way.

I smiled grateful for his silent companionship.

“Okay, love,” I said, “You have to go through the woods, but you know the drill. Meet you at home.” Bobba stood before me, his glinting black eyes reflecting the moonlight. With the full moon shining down upon him like a majestic crown, Bobba seemed more like a king than an animal.

And in less than a second, Bobba made a run for it.

The dead streets were poorly lit, the deafening silence was as thick as a wet blanket, the stars were dead this night but the moon stood casting a shadow on me as I walked down.

I grabbed my bag and brought it to my chest as I wrapped my hands around my arms trying to give myself warmth, my hair laid like a mess on me, its long length cradle me in the little heat it emitted, I should have brought a jacket, but the weather forecast didn't say anything about rain tonight, my fingers felt like block ice and the marathon of shivers left my already pale skin looking like the dead.

And there, crouched to the floor, was a blinking shade of sunflower eyes. My heart thundered against my rib cage, and I froze in my tracks, my touch light still illuminating the dark. Then, my fingers trembled as I approached, the cold seeping deeper into my bones. With a cautious step, I edged closer, my eyes never leaving the box with its two holes, its bright yellow gaze pinned on me.

"Now you could be a snake, but chances are you are not, and as much as I'd like to help you, trusting is as detrimental as lack of air, but if we can not trust humans, I mean animals are more reliable, but hungry animals are not so reliable" I crouched stating as I sympathized with the animal, the box hadn't moved, it was as if the animal had tried and tried and now it was too tired to move, poor guy.

And just about that moment, a tired, weak, almost inaudible noise came from the box. The small sound broke the strings of my heart, its fragility reminding me of my own. It was as if the cat’s pain and mine had resonated, creating a mournful harmony.

"Oh, you’re a cat!’' I whispered, my voice as soft as a breeze as I pulled up the box. In an instant, the small body darted away, hiding from my presence. I moved back with my hands up in the air, and in slow movements I opened my bag to bring out a piece of sandwich I had forgotten to eat for lunch, and dropped to the floor.

And after a few moments of a staring contest between the cat and I, it reached out to grab the sandwich and immediately went back to its hiding spot, and as if it had a change of heart, it held tightly to the food and ran for the woods.

I sighed, hands on my hips, lips in a small smile. I was proud of that cat, not like I was going to hurt it or anything. But humans? Evil. And sometimes, so am I.

"Hello pretty miss" A deep voice rang behind me. The words sent a chill through my veins, prickling my skin. I knew that voice.