Working with the devil

Will

As Elaine leaves the room, I follow her with my eyes. What did just happen? She literally pointed a knife at my sister. Jane. I look back at, as the first tears well up in her blue eyes. 

“Oh Jane. I am so sorry. It’s okay”, I try to calm her down, while I hold her in my arms. “Who is this psycho…”, she cries. To be honest? I wasn’t so sure either. Elaine is a little brat, I know that. But this? This was on a whole other level. In order to calm Jane down, I take the rest of the day off and we go shopping. In the evening, after dropping her off at home, I am still thinking about what happened. It’s her first day and she almost beat my sister up. Exhausted I sigh. What a day. Two weeks pass by like nothing. It is weird, because I spend so much time with Elaine, but it doesn’t seem like I get to know her. We still bicker and joke around, but after the incident with Jane, it feels like she is trying to keep a certain distance. And for that is difficult as shit. Every morning, she brings the coffee to my office, looking beautiful and with a bright smile on her face. After saying good morning, I never have a chance to forget her. She dances through my mind and I feel like I am loosing my mind. Maybe going out with Henry and Philipp might help me to ban Elaine from my mind. Those two are my best friends and always down for a good party, so I give them a quick call. As expected they say yes. We will meet at 11 pm at our favorite club. I enter my apartment and fall on my couch. “My God. This day was fucking horrible”, I mumble. My stomach grumbles loud to signalize that I should eat something. Don’t get me wrong, I love cooking, just not after a day like this. That’s why I have my drawer with my comfort snacks. Last time I visited France, I found out about Palmitos. Those biscuits were probably the best I ever had if you don’t count French pastries. After eating half of the packet, watching a bit of my favorite series, I get changed for the club. As the club where I want to go has a dress code, I put on black trousers and a black shirt. My phone rings. “Hello?”, I ask. “Hey man. You comin’?”, Henry asks. After reassuring, that I was on my way, I hurry to the club. It is so full, the fact that we are even able to make our way to the bar is impressive. We order our drinks. Philipp and Henry chat about the girls they see in the club. Maybe they are right and I should dance with someone. My thoughts are still with Elaine. She confuses me. Even though I only know her for abut three weeks, I can’t forget her. The way she laughs, the way she smiles, even when she has that concentrated look on her face, I like her. Okay, stop!; I tell myself. I gulp down my Martini, drink three shots and Go on the dance floor. There is one girl I really find attractive. I smile at her and start dancing with her. After a few more drinks, dancing with several girls, the dizziness takes over. God, my head is spinning so bad. As I let my gaze sway through the room, I see Henry make out with some random girl. Well, to be more precise, she is making out with him, as she seems to be the one who knows what she is doing. Philipp sits down next to me and we laugh about Henry. The alcohol flowing through my blood makes me feel so high. “Hey yo”, Philipp babbles, “Look at that one”. I look up just to see Elaine. My heart drops. What the fuck was she doing here? She wasn’t alone. Elisabeth is her company, but I don’t have eyes for her. Elaine is wearing a beautiful short black dress, with silver applications. How is it possible, that my EA was so pretty? With a lot of concentration I manage to get up. Immediately the room started spinning. Fucking hell, all those drinks were too much. Slowly I walk towards Elaine, who is swaying her hips. I get all those butterflies back in my stomach and I can also feel something else. No, not now. 

“Hey, Elaine”, I say loud. Can we please talk about the fact that standing straight is literally so hard? “Oh, hello Sir. Hi didn’t expect to see you’re here”, she answers surprised, as she turns around. And then I see the guy who had been dancing with her. His one hand still on her waist, he stands behind her. Anger starts to build up. My hands close automatically to fists. The alcohol doesn’t affect me anymore, instead it helps me getting even angrier. I clench my jaw. “Get your hands off of her”, I grumble. With huge eyes Elaine looks up to me. She knows, that something is wrong, therefor she tries to calm me down: “It’s okay Sir. He is fine, he didn’t do anything.”

 With her tiny hand she tried to push me back, looking me deeply in the eyes. Fuck. Elaine, made me go crazy and no one touches her without my permission. This guy’s hand was still resting on her waist, when he gives me a dirty smirk, that just revealed his thoughts. I can’t hold my anger back anymore. Now that I am feel sober again, the anger and frustration rushes through my body. With all my strength I hit this guy in his face. I hear Elaine’s scream, but I don’t care. The man punches me in the face, I taste blood. We fight until some people pull us apart. Good for him, as I would have ripped him, apart. “William!”, Elaine whispers, “Let’s go.” She drags me out of the club. Her hand around my arm feels so good. What would I give to feel her touch my body.