My Unholy Obsession

Chapter 31 - Lucifer

It had been 6 days since the incident with Nicolas. Oliver treated me like a child the whole way through while Ella ignored me at all times.

I don't blame her but I also needed her to understand that he wasn't a good person, I have no proof for it though. I was more worried on how this would affect our relationship, I loved her to much to let her go.

He was going to kill me, kill my brother. He was going to take everything away from me, what was I supposed to do? Compromise? That wouldn't have done a god damn thing for me but give him more time for his plan.

I was a mess without Ella. I wanted to hear her again, I wanted to see her again, I wanted to feel her again. But I couldn't and I hated that. I was drinking away, sinking deeper into this void of emptiness.

My sorrow wasn't like this because I had shot my girlfriend's friend, it was like this because I was scared of how she thought of me now. She probably thinks I'm a monster for doing this to them, I don't want that.

'I can't take anymore of this, I need to talk too her again.'

I got up from my bed and left my— beer bottle infested— room. I walked over to Ella's room and knocked on the door, praying she would answer.

"Who is it?"

"Lucifer." I simply answered, not wanting to say more.

She took a moment to think, responding a while after, "Come in."

I opened the door and walked into her room, looking over at her beautiful self. I closed the door behind me and walked closer to her, "Good afternoon, amore."

"Good afternoon, dickhead." she said with a tiny smile and a chuckle.

'Good, so she doesn't hate me that much.'

I took a closer look at her eyes, seeing as they were a bit red. Her cheeks glistened with a layer of wiped tears, "Were you crying?" I asked.

"No," she replied, rubbing her eyes.

"Sure seems like you were crying, amore."

"Okay, maybe I was crying. But I have my reasons still and they aren't dumb ones."

I sighed, "Look, piccola. I'm really sorry for what I did, I don't expect you to forgive me right away but I want to try and find a way to make this up to you."

Ella scooted over to one side of the bed, patting the other side where she wanted me to sit. I sat down on her bed and wrapped my arm around her shoulder, waiting for her to say something.

"You put my friend in the hospital, in coma." she finally said.

"Just be glad it was the hospital and not in a coffin 6ft underground."

"You smell like beer.", she looked up at me and stared into my eyes, "Were you drinking?"

"Yes, I was. It was the only thing helping me cope without you. I never felt like this before, usually it wouldn't affect me this bad. But you, amore. You changed me, not in a bad way, in a way I wish I had seen beforehand."

She kissed my cheek before replying, "I won't leave you like that ever again. I was just.. mad and confused at the moment, I needed time and space just for myself."

"And that's fine, I completely understand. So, you don't hate me, right? This doesn't affect our relationship?" I asked, hopeful for a good response.

"Well, it's our second screw up. We still have another chance, but I might just drop that whole 'limited chance' thing," she answered, "I love you too much."