The Devil's Angel

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

"It's hard to have a heart, when you have took so many others."
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Aurora Vega

After our 'shower' Kai and I got dressed and we watched a movie in his bed. "We're watching Beauty And The beast." I pulled the covers over my body. "Isn't Beauty and the beast a kid's movie?" I turned to look at him. Diavolo was sitting on the bed beside me with his head propped on the bed frame. His legs were crossed and he was looking at me with confusion. The light from the tv reflected on his face making his eyes sparkle.

"No, and even if it was, that doesn't mean we can't watch it." I turned on the movie. We watched it in silence for about half an hour. We were at the part where the beast came into the picture. "Is that me?" I turned to look at him. His face was expressionless. "No that's not you, Kai." I let out a sigh.

The thunder was loud, the rain was hitting the window and the wind was whistling through the air. I could hear the ocean waves slamming together. Suddenly a big thump of thunder made the power go out and the hotel room shake.

My breathing started to get faster and I could feel my heart beating in my chest at a rapid speed. I've always had a fear of storms, ever since I was a little girl. I never really knew why, but something about them just made me feel unsafe.

A felt a hand grab my shoulder, I quickly turned to look to see what was going on. I found Kai looking at me intensely almost with worry. "Are you ok?" I took a deep breath and tried to relax. "Yeah, I just don't like thunderstorms, that's all." I smiled at him. But as soon as I did, it turned into a frown when I heard another loud bang. "Aurora, hey look at me." I turned back to Kai, closing my eyes shut to try and block out the noise.

I felt hands grab my waist and pull me closer. I opened my eyes slightly to be pressed against Kai's side with his arms around my waist holding me tight.

I opened my eyes slightly more and leaned my head in the crook of his neck. "What are you scared of?" I questioned tilting my head to look up at him. "Nothing." He said, looking straight at the wall. "That's not true, everyone has some sort of fear." He brought his head down to look at me. "It's stupid."

"I just told you that I'm afraid of a thunderstorm. That's pretty embarrassing." I giggled. Kai had a faint smile on his face as he looked at me, but as soon as he stopped looking at me his eyes dropped and his facial expression was sad. "I'm afraid of my own mind." I looked at him confused. " Sometimes I feel like I'm trapped, I either think too much or I don't think at all. I go completely blank."

I rubbed his arm trying to show that I cared. He took a deep breath. I could tell he was done with this topic so I decided to change it. " You know sometimes I think what my father did to me had a meaning; a purpose to it. It wasn't just because he didn't like me or wanted me to suffer, but he had a plan for me." Kai turned to look at me. He looked very interested in my choice of conversation.

" When I was younger the little amount of toys I would get would be like a play gun. The only time I spent with my father was when I thought he was being a father. When he would teach me how to load and unload guns. He taught me how to untie an undoable note. And I always found that weird. I never got to go to a real school, I have been homeschooled my whole life, but when my mama would take me out to the park once in a while all the other kids got to play with dolls, stuffed animals, all the things I would bag for. Their parents would teach them how to climb monkey bars. Well, I sat all alone because no one wanted to hang out with me. And I don't blame them because I always knew I was different from everyone."