Milk the Milkman

Day 8

I took a couple of days off, I felt sick and exhausted from skipping out on so many days of sleep. I somehow managed to sleep 18 hours straight, it was well needed and deserved; but either way I am back, and the big question is, will I see him today? 

I'm not excepting much today, I'm just glad no double gangers got in while I was gone... Maybe I wouldn't mind Francis. 
I lay back in my chair looking up at the ceiling as if something might happen, maybe I want a tile to hit my head to wake me up from this stupid dream; I have my feet up on the table, using my left foot to swing me back and forth and my right laying over the top of my other leg; and I have a pen stuck in between my lips and nose to make it look like I have a mustache. 
I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't see him today, he may have thought I quit or died, from another double ganger, or would he protect me? He's done it before, would he do it again? after all I did make that "joke?"
My heart aches at the thought that he may have given up on us, but then again he's just a demon who might not even have a heart to love, but does the pump of blood really determine feelings?  

"Hey love..." he's exhausted, I can tell, but what from? I look up. 
"What the fuck happened to you," I gasp and cover my mouth. Francis, no not Francis, the spawn of Satan, he stands in front of me covered in blood, his shirt almost soaked in it, and the fabric sticking closely to his skin; his face was covered in blood, mostly around his mouth, his long tongue trying its best to lick it off; his pupils smaller than normal but his eyes wider in a craze daze;  with his left hand he was fixing his tie and cleaning up the blood from his face, his right hand was grabbing a mans head.
The man had the same colour as his, a rich brown with split ends visible; the mans eye's were rolled back, I could see the veins in his eyes visibly; his skin, blue and blood barley dripping from his severed neck now, how long has he been dead? Nothing else fell from his neck, it was a clean cut; the man Satan held had the same eyebags as him. 
Lucifer himself was holding the real Francis's head. 
"YOU BITCH WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!" I stand up quickly to face towards him, the chair falling towards the ground. 
"Now, now my love, you can let me in~" He licked the glass with his devilish tongue, "No one will be able to tell me and the real Francis besides you, no one will have to know, it can be our little secret~" 
"You crazy bitch," I scoff at him, emphasising the bitch, "I'm going to press the fucking button," something makes me pause and I think of what happened a couple of days ago. 
He's staring at me, his stone cold eyes, "baby you know how that will end," a pause "and what will they do if I tell them everything?" 
"Everything?" 
He giggles to himself in delight, "everything we've been doing over the past couple of days, all the passionate moments we've had with each other," he pushes his hand through the gap of the slip of the glass, "sweetheart just let me in, we can have our happily ever after, we can finally have some skin-ship~" 
"You're crazy," a cold shiver runs down my spine.
"Aren't you too? For having some fun with 'the spawn of Satan'?" he looks down at his hand, "hold my hand and you'll truly agree to my terms."
"Why would I ever do that," my best attempts to slam his hand with the closet book near me is a fail, he pulls away quicker than I can blink.
"I really thought we had something darling," he turns away from me and licks his thumb."
"Yeah, I did too, but you had to pull some crazy ass tricks like this!" I slam the table repeatably, looking down, it feels like a stab in the heart seeing those soft eyes, "YOU DUMB FUCKING STUPID BITCH," I look at him with tears now, "WHY'D YOU HAVE TO DO IT?!" 
"Love really drives one mad, sweetheart," he smiles softly towards me but is quick to change into a cold expression; he pushes Francis's real head as close to the glass as he can, I'm afraid his skull might burst, "I hope you sleep every night knowing you caused this, you could've just killed me the first night we met but you decided to let me go, this is all your fault, princess."
"FUCKING CUNT!" I can't look at him when I do this, I slam my hand on the button, the fucking button I should've pressed when I first met him, when I first met this demon, when he greeted me with foul empty emotions; all they ever want is to get in, but I never realised how far they'd go. 
"Oh.." 

I look up, one last time, I see him staring at me, his expression blank yet somehow his eyes soft, he looked at me with sadness, like I just betrayed him. What did I do. 

"HE'S IN HERE," A member of the DDD yells. 

Fuck...