The Crimson Point

Chapter 41- Frienemies

Warning ..... LONG chapter :/

HOLLY POV

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as Elijah exited the cellar. When he first came in, my breath caught in my throat, seeing him in all his glory in front of me made my stomach do flips. I hate the feeling he makes me have.

I look down at the plate of chicken pot-pie. I know my arms are too weak so I place my foot on the edge of the plate as I push the delicious pie closer to Ronda who's been focusing on the mold cover wall over the course of Elijah and I's conversation.

"He is one scary guy. Now, I believe all the rumours said about him" Ronda jokes as she cuts up the chicken pot-pie. I notice that she moves the peas to the side as she makes a disgusted face.

"He is worse than you think, he tries to be all nice and crap but the real monster always shines through" I bring the blanket over my shoulders trying to comfort my frigid body.

"Damn. He seems like he really likes you, he really cares about-" I cut off Ronda's delusions.

"Don't finish that sentence. If he cared about me he would let me go, not only let me out of this fucking cell but really let me go, let me live my life" I crossed my arms under the blanket as I stare daggers at Ronda who is over 50% of the way through the pie.

"You know he will never do that, you would have to kill him, and even at that, he will still be with you through the afterlife"

Her words replay in my head as if it is a broken record. Elijah will never let me go, even if he dies he will still find a way. But if I die-No. I will not go down the same path as my parents.

"I just want someone to knock him out for a good amount of time, then I can escape and move to the Bahamas and hire a billion security guards" Just like rap un Al, I too have a dream.

"A billion security guards won't hold him back from you" Ronda jokes as she stuffs the last piece of pie crust into her mouth.

"A trillion?" I suggest as I lay on my back staring at the mold covered ceiling.

"Maybe a decillion," Ronda smiled.

"I guess I will never escape him, huh?" My destiny settles in as I try to picture a future without Elijah.

"Don't say that, you will escape, somehow. I can be the one to knock him out for you!" Ronda comforts me. After hearing her positivity I smile and close my eyes. Over these past few days, my energy level has decreased significantly, but the worst part is I can't get a wink of sleep, the thoughts and nightmares creep into my brain causing me to overthink my life choices.

I close my eyes as my nightly dream comes dancing in. Tonight was different, it was different. My dreams were memories but content memories. All I can remember is a happy smile placed on my face as I look around to see my friends and family. My dream quickly fades away as I am brought to reality; a cold and lonely reality.

This morning, like my dream, is different. Instead of one set of footsteps, I hear three, three different footsteps descend the poorly lit hallway.

As I push my fragile body off the bed, I hold myself up with the support of the wall. My head moves to the side as I see Elijah, Dante, and Leo walk down the cellar hallway.

I swallow a lump that was forming in my throat as I bring the cloth closer to my weak body.

My eyes watch carefully as Dante, Leo, and Elijah walk slowly down the cellar hallway, the light from the hallway illuminates the space behind them. Their boots and dress shoes click against the concrete floor as their different strides create a sense of music.