ELIJAH POV
I can't stop thinking.
Thoughts flood my mind as I blankly stare up at my ceiling. Thoughts of my kitten, my mafia, my father, and worst of all, Blade. God I hate him, I'm glad he is gone, but this overflowing guilt builds inside me. I have never felt this emotion before, guilt.
My arm is extended to my right as Holly rests her head on top of my arm as her arms rest on my chest. Her body relaxes right beside mine, particularly on top of me. Her head moves back and forces as if she is having a nightmare. My empty arm wraps around her tiny body as her head begins to slow down. She moves her head closer to my chest as her movements become quiet.
This is my chance, she is tired and not in the right mindset. This guilt is eating me inside and out.
I kiss her forehead as I gently shake her. She moves her body while she snuggles closer to me. I shake her once again as I whisper her name. A small whimper protested my actions.
As soon as her eyes open, a wave of warmth leaves my body as she realises who she is holding. She moves quickly to the other side of the bed as she rubs her eyes, rubbing away the sleep from her eyes.
"What?" Holly whispers as she begins to doze off again. This is my chance, I must extinguish this guilt built inside me. I dont fucking care if she is mad or upset, she must know she is mine and no one else can have her.
"Look at me" I ordered, I didn't have the need to whisper as my voice was deep and demanding. She slowly opens her eyes as she looks deep into my soul. Her eyes travel down from my eyes to my exposed chest.
"You're a bad girl-"
"We have already established that" She interrupts me as her eyes begin to close. A small smile creeps on her face as she dozes off again.
"I'm not done" I laugh as I try to bring her closer to me. She swats my hand which causes a low growl to erupt deep within my throat. I didn't push this small action from her as I had bigger fish to fry.
A silence grows among us as I take a deep breath. What the fuck it wrong with me? I never get this nervous or feel guilty. What is my angel doing to me? I thought to myself.
"When you left me for Blade, I only saw red. I wanted you in my arms and I would do anything to get that. Fucking Blade. I had to make sure this wouldn't happen again," I could barely finish my sentence without smashing the closest item to me.
A confused look on my angel's face brings worry to me. She knows where this is going, she knows I did something unhuman like.
"Blade is dead," I stated, I want to make it quick and simple. I want to comfort her quicker than explain how I killed that fucking piece of shit.
The slices amung us crepts to the corners of the room as I tried to read her face. Her face is void of emotion until a small tear falls down her clear skin.
"How?" She whispers as she quickly withdraws the tear from her face, only for an ocean of tears to escape her left eye.
I tilted my head as I softly washed away her tears. She doesn't flinch as I rub her cheeks.
"How did he die?" She clearifies as she moves her face from my hand. My hand falls down to my side as I re-adjust my position. I sit against our beds headboard as I contemplate my next words. Fuck! Why is this so hard?
"A few bombs"
My mother told me that three words can cause a female to come running to you, but at this movement those three words I uttered caused my girl to shake her head, repeat "no" as if she is a broken record.
YOU ARE READING
The Crimson Point
Romance" He raised his large hand as I squinted my eyes preparing myself for the sting that will wash across my face. But it never came, my face still feels numb and lifeless. I opened my dull eyes to see him, his eyes held anger until he saw mine. His dar...
