Love story-Fall to Hell

Chapter 2

Two days have passed since I haven't seen Hell and I wasn't too keen to be around him anymore, but I had an unexpected surprise today to see him at my doorstep. What is he doing here? I do not know.

-What are you studying? I hear him talking from the living room and I stare at him for a few seconds before returning to the tomato sauce on the fire that I'm preparing for Easter.

-Finance.

A few more seconds pass in which he doesn't say anything, so I focus on the sauce. After tasting it, pour the pasta into it, leaving it on the fire for a few minutes.

-Where are your parents?

I don't understand why he is trying to find out so much about me. It's not like I'm a danger to him.

-My parents... are gone. I say and stop the pasta.

I pour them into a bowl and then I start setting the table. I put two plates on the table, then the cutlery and bring the bowl of pasta from the kitchen, which I place in the middle of the table.

- Are they your parents? He asks me and I turn my attention to him.

I see him looking at a family picture on the wall in the living room and I just nod my head.

-Do you want some wine, sir? I don't have the expensive wines you are used to, but I do have cheap wine.

-Does not matter.

I smile briefly then go to the kitchen and take out a bottle of wine and two glasses from a drawer. I return to the living room and place the glasses in front of the plates, while Hell takes his seat at the table.

-Do you allow me to...? I ask, indicating that I want to pour wine into his glass and put pasta on his plate.

He nods his approval, and after opening the wine bottle, I take his glass and pour him wine.

-How are...your parents?

I hand him the wine glass which he immediately takes and then I pour wine into mine.

-At duty. They were on a ship and it exploded.

I serve the pasta for both of them and then I sit on the chair remembering the call that brought the news of the loss of my parents.

-And... Can you manage alone?

I roll the fork in the plate, taking a sufficient amount of pasta, then take it to my mouth. He does the same and I'm glad that he didn't comment anything about the cheap wine or if the pasta is not to his taste. Honestly, we wouldn't care. He appeared at my place out of nowhere, so all he has to do is eat what I give him.

-They always prepared for something that would go wrong and they wouldn't be there anymore... So they left me this big enough house for me alone, and a quite... satisfactory bank account, considering that I don't spend much money only when needed.

We then continue to eat in silence, and my thoughts begin to wander through forbidden places. Did he somehow want to offer to help me financially or...emotionally? Because if it's true, I don't know how I should react. Maybe it's just me, but there's something strange about him when he looks at me.

Yeah... I'm weird.

I take a sip from my wine glass and see him with his eyes on me again.

-Do you usually drink?

Oh God...What impression did I leave on them?

-Rarely. It's just that sometimes I feel the need to spoil myself a little.

He nods his head and continues to eat. I do the same, not being disturbed by the sudden silence. Honestly, since I'm always alone at home and I don't have many friends, I don't talk too often. But something about Hell makes me want to talk more often.

Just as he finishes drinking his wine from the glass, his phone rings and I have the impression that I heard him cursing. I can't be sure because when I look at him he answers the phone.

-Say. He speaks in a threatening and cold tone. I'm leaving two hours from you and you're already in trouble. I'm coming.

I wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the person who called him. The moment he simply yelled at that person over the phone, I flinched. For a moment he moved his gaze on me and I mentally argued that I was taken by surprise.

- Well... I hope the meal was to your taste. I say and almost slap myself for the lack of self-control.

-Was.

- How good... I say, breathing a sigh of relief, then I smile, getting up to eat the table. And if it wasn't, you had to endure and eat whatever we gave you.

I hear him chuckling and I'm glad he's not yelling at me. Good job, Eden, taking the man who would snap your neck without blinking an eye.

-I need you. He says this and I almost break the dishes that I dropped from my hands when I put them in the sink.

-Here you go?

-I have to go to Hellgate. I need you to take a look there too.

As the world knows, I'm not a police officer or I don't know what... But if Hell asks you so much... in his style, I can't refuse him. I don't know why.

- Ok...

I run to my room to change my clothes. I don't want to go dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of three-quarter pants. I wear a pair of black jeans and a T-shirt of the same color. I put on my tennis shoes, and then I take my bag in which I have the books for classes and go out. He is waiting for me in the same place where I left him and I don't know how he can be so... I have no words. But, if I had stayed alone, he certainly wouldn't have found me in the same place.

I close the door behind me and throw the keys somewhere in my bag when I get to his car. A Rolls-Royce Sweptail sits proudly next to the gate of my house and I'm beginning to think that Hell has no idea what modesty means. He opens the door for me like a true gentleman and I get in immediately, not letting him wait for me. He walks around the car, limping a little and using his cane, then gets behind the wheel. He gives me a short look and then starts.

I take out my student notebook from my bag and start working on the topic I wanted to do after eating pasta. It seems that my plans have changed a little.

-What are you doing? He asks me with a frown on his forehead.

-Homework?

-Ok... But why now?

- Because I don't know when you will bring me home and I want to use that time to rest.

He nods his head, looking straight ahead, and I continue to write.

-Rest is important.

-It really is. I know a man who would really need a few hours of rest. I say referring to him and he chirps.

- Take care, Eden. It's the third time you've tripped me up. My strength might be questioned.

Although his tone was imposing, I could feel a dose of humor in what he said. But I decide not to take it into account anymore and continue my topic.

We have some way to go until Hellgate.