Eléa Bellerose is a mysterious girl, no one knows what she's feeling or thinking. She lost her mother at birth due maternal death, making her feel guilty her whole life. Her only friend in this cruel world is her older brother, but when he gets kill...
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Eléa Bellerose
Fuck, why was he here?
I'm sitting at the bar in the stripclub with embarrassment flooding my body. Regret is the only thing on my mind.
Why didn't I break eye contact? Or why didn't he? Did he cringe? Did he like it? I need to stop overthinking.
"Damn, did somebody break your heart?" Dova asks while taking the vodka bottle out of my hands.
"Promise not to laugh." I say while biting my lip, I only know Dova for a month now and we laugh about everything, we're so unserious.
"You know I can't promise you that." Dova answers while covering her mouth with her hands.
I don't look into her eyes because I'm too afraid of bursting out in laughter mid-sentence. "Well, one week ago a new boy joined my class and you know he's not that bad but uhm— He was here, he was here in the stripclub an hour ago Dova, right when I was performing."
I don't get an answer, there's just silence. I turn my head to be met with a crying Dova, seriously?
"Dova stop laughing! This isn't funny, at all."
"I'm sorry, I just—" She wipes her tears away, "I can't believe you only came back a month ago and you're already met with someone from your school."
"I know, I never saw anyone i knew before— before you know."
Four months ago I decided to quit stripping because I was too distracted by my brother's death, and to be honest I still am but I want to fight through it so I started back a month ago.
It's so hard without him, it feels like my heart got ripped in two. I often cry myself to sleep when I think about that night, it still haunts me. Nightmares won't stop and it's driving me crazy.
"Eléa?" Dova asks, taking me away from my thoughts. I was so drawn back that I didn't even feel the tears spilling down my cheeks.
When I don't answer she takes my hand, "Let's get out of here."
I nod and we start walking outside, it's October which means snow and Christmas are slowly coming and I love it.
"Let's get some hot chocolates and watch some movies together, okay?" She asks while smiling softly.
"Okay."
"Tell me about him, how he was." She asks comforting.
"Annoying, but I loved him so much. He had beautiful brown curls that matched with his amber eyes. He was always really protective because my father failed at that job, he always had my back and would fight the world to keep me safe." Saying this to someone is really hard but it feels good to finally have someone to trust again.
