The Victory Is Always In The Devil's Hand
707 Words
The next day I woke up and made breakfast for Alan.He hugged me from the behind and said,"Good morning,angel.'' He kissed my neck and my shoulders.
Things were different now.It's time that I accept the fact that he is a monster.
I ignored him and set up the table.He sat beside me and hugged me.
"I am so sorry my angel.Please forgive me." He said this over a hundred times this morning.
I quickly finished my breakfast and went to shower."Don't turn off the water line!" I said to him before going to shower.
I took a long, steamy shower which refreshed me.
I got out and saw Alan getting ready.
"I am going to the office,I will be back soon.Don't run away." He said as he came closer to me.He placed a small kiss on my cheek and left.
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He came home with lots of flower and chocolates."I am home." He said and hugged me.I could smell the tobacco and the faint smell of alcohol which reached my nostrils.His hugged felt to warm.I wish it was like this all the time.
"I am sorry." He said as he put his forehead against mine.
"So did you think about getting married?" He asked.
"Yes...Alan." I whispered.
"I can't marry you."
His smile vanished within a second.He looked at me with those gloomy eyes.
"So all your promises,that you were willing to stay with me no matter how much I hurt you,you will marry me,your love of eternity,you are going to break them all?" Raged filled his eyes as he grabbed my arms tightly.
"Alan, it's not like that..." I said.
"Then? Tell me what you want.I will make it come true." He said.
"Just get some serious help Alan!" I said as I ran to the room.
He didn't react after that.He just remained quiet.He was trying to stop murdering.I know he did a lot for me but I was still distressed about everything that was happening.
A few days passed by.
Alan had serious fever so he laid on the bed.I massaged his head and gave him a few medicines.His eyes turned red due to the sickness and his skin was pale.He closed his eyes while I kept on massaging his head.
"Why don't you love me?" He asked with his eyes closed.
"I never said I don't love you." He opened his eyes abruptly and looked at me.He looked so helpless when he was sick.His lips turned red like blood and his body was hotter than hell.
''You have to eat something,Alan.Otherwise,you will not recover." I said.I tried to make him eat the food but he denied again and again.
"Please...eat." I said.He sat up and I forwarded a spoonful of food towards his mouth.
"I will turn myself in." He spoke.
"What!'' My heart dropped.
"No,you won't." I said as I gave him another spoon.
"You are the only reason why I am still alive.I am tired of this lifestyle.I am tired of being alone and tired." He said.
"No,I am not the reason why you are alive." I said the bitter truth.
"Yes." He said as he put his burning palm on my cheek.
"If I was the reason,you would've nev...nevermind.'' I said not wanting to bring up the same topic again and again.
"I love you.You are all I have.If you leave me too.I will have nothing left in my left.I will turn myself in which means a death sentence." He said.
"Ah,no..." I whispered as I comforted him by patting his shoulder.
"Tell me what do you want." He asked.
"I really, really love you and I am trying to accept everything but how am I,a nobody, supposed to deal with a fact that my fiancé is a goddamn serial killer." My voice trembled.
"Then this is your final answer." He said.
"No...no,no." I said.
"I want..." I took a deep breath," I want you."
It is very easy to get inside my mind and I was convinced.Right now,whatever trick he is playing,he succeeded in making me fall for his trap again.
"Fine!" I said as I gave him a hug.
"Eat now." I said as he wiped my tears.His body was burning like a flame.He smiled and kissed my eyes.
"We will do this together." I said as I took a deep breath and held his hand.
He looked at me and smiled.
Oh,he knows he succeeded.No matter how strong my heart is,he is capable of making me his in one glance.
- Writer
