Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 24

This chapter was inspired by min chocolate chip icecream <3

Chapter Song: It's Been Awhile- Staind

Monday- MIdnight

-Evangeline-
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I shut the oven door and set the timer on my phone. I place my hands on the counter and lay my head between my arms.

It took almost three hours to situate the T-21. As I expected, when I got backstage, I gained an earful from Scarlet because of how long I took.

But what I didn't expect was to see the look of horror on the Doll's face as she sat in the corner in a fetal position. Her name is Victoria. She's sixteen years old, and she was with that guy.

I offered to go to the hospital to get her checked over. She's the governor's daughter, and she didn't want her father to know, so I went to the hospital with her and pretended to be her aunt. We made a deal that if she could keep my identity a secret, I would keep her running around with a grown-ass man a secret. I know it's horrible to do that and not tell someone, but I had to find a way to where she wouldn't expose me, and she's terrified of getting in trouble with her father. Her rebellion would ruin her father's reputation- and I, for one, know what it's like to have a father who would do anything for their reputation.

That's where the three hours took, and luckily, she came back clean. I gave her a clean pair of clothes and cleaned her up before dropping her off at home.

Luckily, Scarlett didn't mind covering my shift since she needed the extra money for her mom.

The worst part of it all is that I can still hear her terrified voice because she thought he was going to come back for her, and she thought she was going to be in trouble with her father.

And then, there was the breaking up with Mika and dealing with Mr. W.

Don't get me wrong, Mika was a good guy- and has a stable job- but I didn't feel anything with him.

I'm a horrible person for cheating on him, but since he slapped me, I don't feel sorry for him anymore.

Why the hell was Mr. W here in the first place?

"Fuck me," I groan out while arching my sore back.

I take a deep breath of the cinnamon penetrating the air. There's something about cooking with cocoa powder and cinnamon that calms my nerves. Cooking with something so deadly to me -such as cocoa powder or chocolate- makes me feel... alive- like I control the balance between life and death.

Fuck, I need a cigarette.

I push off the counter and dig in my grey sweat pocket for my pack. Pulling out a cigarette, I put it in my mouth and put the pack back in my pocket. I start to walk to the door while I dig in my pocket for my lighter. I stop in front of the stove and look around on the countertops when I can't find my lighter.