The Psycho, The Princess, and The Mafia King.

FIVE.

Elle POV.

I fell asleep, you’d think my nightmares would be afraid of Devil, that they’ll 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, 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 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 knew someone was following me, touching me, I screamed, I screamed again and again hoping this creature would leave me. That’s when the sense of falling hit me, I felt like I’ve just fell from up in the skies, it felt like I was pushed off a plane. I opened my eyes slowly, disoriented there was someone next to me, there’s never anyone next to me.

“Elle, baby” I heard a voice say but it scared me even more.

“No, get away from me” I say trying to push whoever is next to me away, but the person next to me didn’t they kept their hands on me, I started to calm down finally. Realizing this is just a dream that I woke up, that’s it’s nothing, the person next to me is Devil, she slept over, I knew that, maybe but in my sleep I was too disoriented to

“Elle, it was just a dream I’m here” she say her voice was filled with sleep, but also some concern, she held me closer to her, I went willingly toward her chest, closing my eyes, it was just a dream, but my heart was beating like crazy.

“I hate nightmares” I whisper, she just nod, her hand going toward my hair messing with my messy locks, I was sweaty with all my fear.

“I know sweetheart, I’m here now. No need to be scared, I’m here” she says again, I just nod, she’s here, I’m not alone, I could let a breath of relief.

I went back to sleep, I already cried enough for the night, I didn’t have any more tears to cry, I was exhausted, I just fell back asleep finally having some rest. I stayed asleep until the morning came, I didn’t want to wake up, I was too tired to wake up, but then a hand was shaking me, a voice was calling my name telling me to wake up.

I tried to push the hand away whining, I didn’t want to wake up yet, but the person kept waking me up, Devil tried to keep waking me up.

“Don’t you have someone to torture?” I ask her grumpily wanting to sleep.

“No princess, I’m all yours this morning” she says with a smile, she knows what she doing while I just to sleep.

“Go away” I say bluntly this time.

“No, wakey wakey princess” she says ruining my sleep, after few more groans, and whimpers I finally opened my eyes, sitting up in the bed, looking at Devil, her hair was messy, her face bare, a smile on her face.

“Ughhh” I groan again instead of saying good morning, I’m not a morning person, the ones who love the morning are simply Satan followers and not my kind of Devil.

“Good morning to you too, coffee?” she asks, I love coffee, it’s the only reason I wake up in the morning, to have my mug of life, I nod my head yes quickly.

She get out of the bed and move toward the kitchenette it’s only a small portion of the whole space, I didn’t have a fancy coffee machine, I wish I could, I love all kind of coffee, sometimes I’ll save up for a special fancy coffee but most times, I’ll just drink it at home, this is the only blend I like, I don’t mind buying my coffee from the supermarket, it’s affordable and drinkable.

“How many sugar Love?” Devil calls from the kitchen.

“A small spoon, and dash of creamer” I call back, for coffee I could answer.

“Which mug you want princess?” I have a collection of mugs, I own twelve mugs, and it’s only me at the house, only me who drinks coffee.

“I’m a f*****g Author one” I tell her, it’s one of my costume made mugs, best ten dollars I ever spent, they are from my writing work money.

“Elle!” she scolds.

“Whutttt” I reply with a shrug, it’s one of my best mugs, I love it, I am an author, a self-claimed one.

I left my bed and went toward the bathroom, I’m awake now, like it or not, it’s time for coffee, I can taste the bitter drink in my mouth right now, I did my business, brushed my teeth with my blue toothbrush. I skipped washing my face, the water was freezing cold this early in the morning, I don’t need to wash my face, it’s clean.

I left the room and moved back to the open space, it’s my living room, kitchen, desk, work area, well it only have one second use sofa, two boxes that are my makeshift table, my laptop, it’s my most precious property, it doesn’t work unless it’s plugged in to the electricity, it have a broken cover screen, the letter “J” get stuck sometimes, good thing I don’t use that letter much. It’s my work station, all I need is my laptop, coffee and some alone time, I usually get a lot of that.

“Thank you” I say taking my hot mug from her hand, she’s drinking in my queen of the world mug, another good one of mines. I took the mug and went to sit on the sofa, she took a seat next to me, the cushion went limp under her, the sofa was cheap for a reason.

“Elle” she says shaking her head, what did she expect form me, I shrug again enjoying my coffee for now.

“Do you have those nightmares often?” she ask, there was no reason in hiding that, I just nod my head yes, I do have those often.

“When would you do it?” I ask, if the abuser is dead, the fear would be gone, there would be nothing left to scare me anymore, I need that to happen, I need the safety.

“Elle…” she starts.

“I’m going to pay you Devil” I say frustrated with her, why is she refusing to do this for me.

“Elle listen…” she says again but I didn’t want to hear her anymore.

“You said you’ll do it!!” I say frustrated, even my coffee couldn’t help me anymore.

“Fine Elle! Fine!” she says, she drank the rest of her coffee quickly, just gulping it quickly she didn’t care how hot it is.

She then moved back to my bedroom, getting her shoes back on, she said a quick goodbye, kissed my cheek, and left the place, leaving me stunned. Finally she’s going to do it, she’s going to kill him! No more fear, no more nightmares, I’ll have to pay her still, I’m just few thousands short, authors don’t make millions, we hardly make anything but it’s enough to get Devil to work with me.