Devil POV.
Four damn months, it’s been four damn long months since I saw her, since I held her, is she okay! Is she safe, does she wants me too or does she hate me now, but what I know for now, is that I had to do something to contact her. I could call her phone, is she still staying I my apartment, that place rent was paid for the next year, she could stay there and I’ll be more than okay with that.
Finally deciding to do something, ever since I left home, it’s home, that’s what Elle was for me, she was home, it’s where I feel the best, the happiest, the safest, but I lost her, I lost the privilege of holding her, but I’m getting it back. I never give up, if I did, I won’t be here, I did move away, but I didn’t run away, I had to go under the radar for a bit. But I’m working, I’m plotting my coming back, and I’ll be back bitches, I’m the devil after all, and I’ll always fall on my feet.
In my hiding, I did manage to get myself a new identity, my old one was burned, I had to change my eye and hair color too, my black raven hair is now brownish red, it’s not the same as Elle, mine is more on the red side, but just enough to look natural, my dark eyes are now hazel, again something that would look natural. In movies they’ll go all blond, but me going blond, I’d stand out like a sore thumb between the mass of peoples, I prefer to still look natural, just different enough for them not to recognize me, my short hair is now long, mid-back, not my favorite length, but I had to do something, I also changed from straight hair to curly ones.
But I can’t just go back, what if she changed where she’s living, what if the people who saved me, tried to kill me for themselves now, what if the Irish caught me again, I had to make sure she’s there before I risk my life. The Irish knows she’s my weakness, what if they had her, what if they used her to trick me back in, it’s all tricky, it’s all a game of chess, and honestly, I hate chess, was never a good player, nor am I a person with patience for things like this.
Best way to check on my crazy baby author, is to log in to Dreame, I checked her last on going story, she’s been updating daily, I know Elle is crazy about her stories, she’s answering comments, it’s her, it’s her style. Her last story is called Desperately in Love, the story of a girl who fell in love with a hitman woman, she even added some smutty scenes, although I’d love to tease her all about the smut she’d written, I couldn’t do that, not right now, I went to her last chapter and left a comment, I had to be a little, what’s the word I’m trying to say, just not be too blunt or give myself up so quickly.
“I love your story, hope you’re safe wherever you are. Maybe your Nathalie is searching for you in real life” I wrote, Nathalie was her character name, clearly inspired by me, I never gave her my real name, Nathalie is a good name as another. I don’t use my real name, I never want to hear my name again, Devil is me now, if Elle wants to call me Nathalie, I’m all good with that.
My answer came back not too long after, I know she doesn’t leave her readers waiting too long, but that’s just what I needed, when Elle replies her answer broke my heart a little, I never meant for her to be hurt or be in pain from my absence, it wasn’t my intention, not ever.
“HI! Thank you so much! I’m safe, but I guess my Nathalie is gone now, wish I could have her back” was her answer, she wish she could have me back.
“Maybe Nathalie is right here searching” I write meaning it but I don’t think she got it, her answer was a thank you with her signature blue heart.
I decided to call my old place, the landlord knows me, I called and crossed my finger, they answered after a few rings.
“Hello” the man says.
“Yeah hello, this is Julia, I’m one of your tenant” I say, the guy must have remembered me, his voice turned cold and afraid, I do have that effect on persons.
“What can I do for you Ma’am?” he asks me.
“My place, is there anyone staying there at the moment?” I ask.
“No Ma’am the place is yours till the end of the year” the guy answers.
“I mean the girl who’s been staying with me, is she still there?” I ask my question bluntly, if anyone tried to interrogate my landlord, well good luck, I’ve planted the fear of god in him, he won’t be telling you anything about me.
“No Ma’am, she left, she haven’t been here in long time” he says, that got on my nerves, where did she go? Her old apartment, but that’s not a good place for her to stay.
“Thank you” I say ending the call on my side, I don’t need to hear any more details from him, he’s not going to be any help here.
I had to contact her now, but how, what if she’s being watched, that includes her stories, I’m not going to take my chance, not when her safety is on the line, I wanted to call her, but calling her number isn’t that safe, what if her number is being supervised that would put her in other kind of danger. I decided to call the cafe, the place where she used to work, I got their number back from the internet, I’ve lost the number when I changed my phone number.
Calling the owner, the one who already knows me, I waited for him to answer, didn’t take him long, he answered, but he didn’t recognize my name or voice, what an idiot.
“I wanted to ask about one of your employee” I say faking a smile, if he haven’t recognized me yet, he might answer me without making me lose my sanity first.
“If that guy got you pregnant, don’t expect him to pay you any child support from him” he says, I had to hold my groan this time.
“No he didn’t get me pregnant, it’s not him I’m asking about, her, a girl with brown hair, she had bangs” I say trying to point to Elle.
“Yes, that one, she’s still here, dating a new guy, this whole generation is ruined, she’ll date a woman first and now she’s with a man, god knows what she’ll do next. If she wasn’t such a good worker I’d have kick her out right away!” the guy says talking my ear off, but she’s dating someone new! Why do I feel so hurt, I should be happy for her, I shouldn’t be jealous, she’s not mine anymore but the pain inside me is way too much.
Although I want her to be safe, I want her to be happy, call me selfish, I never claimed to be anything but that, I decided to go back home, I just want to check on her, I just want to see her, maybe hug her, maybe claim her back, but I want to get her back, I can’t hold myself back. I decided to get my things ready, get a plane ticket ready for me, ready or not, here I come…