TWO.
1331 Words
Elle POV.
I was getting ready for my date with the devil, yes date, she said our first meeting would be a date that a princess like me deserves to be taken out for a night. I was scared first, she’s a hitman, a total pyscho, she said so herself, she refuse to tell me details to why or how she became the thing she is now. I really wanted to know why and how she ended up as a hitman, it’s a really interesting choice of job, but how do I end up there.
Being worried about my own safety, I’m an author, I have the most active imagination ever, I know how to kill someone in twenty different ways without anyone knowing, I’m not paranoid, I know those things don’t happen in real life, but in my brain they happened before. There’s stories to witness those ways to kill some people, even in a very public place, things could go badly, have you ever watched any kind of police shows, they all show you not to believe anyone, you are never safe.
I know what feeling unsafe is, I know the fear, to live in complete fear, the risk of losing everything, the risk of getting killed, or maybe just the risk of being hurt. I still have my own nightmares, the ones that leaves me speechless, that have me crying at night, having accidents, it’s not a nice experience to go through but neither is life.
But now for my first date ever, I had to look pretty, I had to dress up, I had to put some make up on, I’m not that good with make up, but I know how to do the basics. To put a decent base with some eye liner, and mascara, I loved playing with colors, but the eyeshadows are too hard for me, I don’t have the stable hands for that, nor the judgment of when to stop.
I decided to go with a dress, you could never go wrong with a dress, it’s not too short to make me feel unsafe on the streets, my usual go to is a jeans and a tee. But this is a special night, I wore my one and only dress, it’s not even an evening dress, just one that could be dressed up with some heels, in my case sandals, I don’t have the balance for heels either.
I’m just filled with disappointment after another disappointment, I’m anything but a princess, I’m more of a loser, someone who likes to pretend a broken soul.
I left my house and walked toward the bus stop, I always preferred the bus over the trains, or subways, it makes me feel the safest, easier access and easier to leave. Devil wanted to meet over at an Italian restaurant, she tried to tell me she have some Italian blood in her, I joked and said she’s in the Italian mafia. She got really mad at that, she works for no one, she have no loyalty, and refuse to have any, she’s a free spirit.
I call bull, she was hurt, no one refuse to have any loyalties unless he lost theirs before, she was hurt once upon a day, but she refuse to tell me why or how it happened, but I’ll get to the end of it. Or maybe just make a story up, she loves when I do that, she said I’m really good at making stories and backgrounds, even the one stolen from stories or movies, I’m a big police/mafia action movie fan.
The ride to the restaurant was long, I had to walk the rest of the way too, good thing I went with my sandals instead of heels, I own one pair of heels for special occasion only, I wanted to be like the cool kids and wear heels, but it was really hard to walk in them, I gave up on my dream real quickly.
I made it to the restaurant shaking, I couldn’t breathe, the walk was too damn long, my bones were freezing, the night was starting to get chilly, but the dress and sandals were my best option. I couldn’t skip the good looks, if the Devil is going to kill me, at least I want to look cute during it. I didn’t have a name to give the hostess, what should I say the Devil is my date, I was too shy to say that, instead Devil said I’ll have to give them another code name.
“A reservation under the name of Cinderella” I say blushing red, it’s weird to give them my favorite princess name as my reservation. The hostess haven’t even bat an eye at my strange name, she just nodded and walked me to a table, it was meant for two, but only I was there. Maybe the Devil was running late? In my stories the hitman is always there on time but I guess this one is an exception, I really should stop comparing real life events to stories but that’s easier said than done.
I took my seat and waited, then waited, and finally waited some more. I ate the whole bread plate on the table, I was hungry, and been promised a nice dinner, I’ll take what I can get, better than going home hungry, plus the carbs would keep warm for the night. After some self-debating, I got up ready to leave, she’s not coming, she just ditched me, it hurt just a little bit but add it to the list of things that’s ruining my soul.
I walked toward the door ready to leave, that’s when a woman walked toward me, a big smile on her face, her skin was perfectly tanned, make-up on fleek, high heels, and a fancy dress. I looked like a kid, poor kid compared to her, I avoided the eye contact and got ready to leave, I could catch the bus back home hopefully, this is the kind of people that belong to a restaurant like this one, not me. I should just go get some MacDonald’s, I’m dressed fancy enough for it, my shoulder hit with the fancy woman, great I couldn’t even walk.
“I’m sorry” I mumble walking away, but her hands stayed on my shoulders making me turn and meet her eyes, the gorgeous black eyes, they held the whole galaxy in them, the smile on her face, it could light up a whole building, the short black hair, styled in perfect waves, she was beautiful.
“Sorry for making you wait for me Love” she says in a voice that I knew, the melodic voice of my friend, my hitman friend, the one who ditched me!
My smile fell quickly, I just shrugged, trying to get away from her, I want to leave, she doesn’t want to meet me, she doesn’t want to see me, this is all just a way to embarrass me and I fell for it. It’s high school bullies but on a higher lever and more resources.
“I got to leave” I say ready to cry my misery into my pillow tonight, I would not cry in front of her, even if I did count her as my friend, I would not embarrass myself anyway than I already have or much more than needed.
“Elle, I’m sorry for making you wait love” she says again, in a perfect British accent, I had a thing for the sexy accent, it made my heart melt.
“No it’s okay, enjoy your dinner” I say making up my mind about leaving.
“Oh no, Elle, we going to sit down and eat” she says holding my hand and dragging me back inside the restaurant.
To avoid any commotion in the restaurant I went with her willingly, if I screamed, it’ll always end up badly for the poor kid.
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