The Girl At His Door [Parts I & II]

Part-II. Chapter-35

ANGELOS POV.

The entire drive home, I was livid.

Even when I walked inside, I was livid.

I immediately went to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and pouring whatever was strongest before downing the entire thing.

Eventually, Adaline told me who had told and shown her everything.

    My head was clear enough to notice that Mercury wasn't out and moving around.

I thought she said she wanted to bake today?

   "Mercury?" I looked around the apartment.

That's not usually like her to not bake when she said she was going to.

I, of course, grew worried when there was no answer.

   Oh god.

Please not now, now is not the time for her to go missing.

"Mercury?"

Nothing.

"Mercury I swear to god if you're not-," I busted through her bedroom door.

I stood there frozen.

"Please don't yell." Her voice shook as she attempted to make herself smaller in the corner.

I watched as she wrapped her arms around herself.

   "Angelo I can't breathe. I can't do this anymore."

   Tears traveled down her eyes as she gasped for air.

    "I-I can still smell him. I can f-feel him. I-I'm imagining her the moment she met Nick. I can't-," she couldn't finish her sentence. 

    I stood there for another moment.

Shit.

"Mercury," I slowly approached her, trying not to overwhelm her anymore than she already was. "You don't need to worry about-,"

"No. No. Stop. He's still here."

"No, I promise you he's-,"

"Then why am I still afraid of him?!" She laughed. "Please help me. I don't want him here anymore."

"Mercury, he's dead. I was the one that killed him. No one else, I did it. I made sure it was done."

Hopefully that doesn't make the situation worse.

She shook her head. "Angelo, he's still here."

Finally, the pieces matched themselves together.

He was still the scars she had to look at on her body.

She hasn't been able to have a full nights sleep because of him.

Every time she saw her mother, she saw him.

That's why she wanted them to stay at our house. She wanted to know where they were so no one could've taken her, just like he did.

She was still dealing with what he had done, and not only did she hide it from everyone else, but she hid it from herself.

Fucker was stuck in her head.

And I didn't know how to get him out.

I tried to take my phone out of my pocket silently.