Bedevil

prologue|

Welcome to the Unknown...

"THIS JUST IN. A R&B SUPER STAR HAS GONE MISS—"

"No one will ever know this. She's gone, she'll never come back! No one will ever feel my pain - OUR pain," She said looking at herself in the mirror, she had a disturbing look on her face. The person in the mirror was not her, it was someone else.

"Only we know your pain. You will never need anyone but us. Remember we are many..." Her reflection spoke. She started to pace the dimly lit bathroom.

"I - I want friends, why can't I have friends why!" she began to laugh but somewhere it became very eerie.

"Because we will never make fun of you, never call you weird, mysterious, uncanny, none of that ! WE are all you need, WE CONTROL YOU!"

"You don't control me!" she slammed her fist into the mirror shattering it. The shards of bloody glass flew into the sink. The blood dripped from her hand as she held onto the sink. She looked down at glass looking at her broken reflection. A smile crept on her face, "I'll TAKE A SOUVENIR... HER PRETTY FACE..."

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Corey Gray

I woke up this morning with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had my freshly made coffee in one hand with my phone in the other.

I couldn't live without my phone, there were constant new messages about my businesses or photoshoots that I had. Being in Rome for the past five months have been exciting, but I did miss home.

The one thing I missed the most was Danielle; her smile, laugh, body, voice, and eyes. She had the most beautiful blue eyes. She was so special to me. But, of course, long distant relationships just don't work out.

Here I was in Rome, Itlay - without her . It hurt sometimes when I was without her touch. I hadn't been with a woman since we broke up. I didn't plan on trying to get in a relationship any time soon.

I took a sip of my coffee as I walked through the hall. My bare feet hit the cold maple wood floor as I proceeded to my huge living room or as they say in Italian— soggiorno.

It was now seven o'clock in the morning. I was a morning person and this routine of mine never changed. I went into my living room, deciding to put down my phone for once. I picked up my remote and opened the blinds, seeing the gorgeous view I had.

I turned on the flat screen and went directly to the news. I needed to catch up on my current events. Things were happening in the world and I didn't even know of because I was so wrapped up in work.

I sat back on my plush sofa and watched as the English captions flashed across the screen.

"...seen at a friends house, earlier this week. Police were told by some close friends that she was being harassed by an old back up dance—"

My phone began to buzz and even though I didn't want to, I picked it up. It most likely had to do with the with the opening of my new club; my first business outside of the US.

I answered the phone and turned the television off, it was too much negativity, anyway. The call was about the hiring process for waiters and I honestly didn't care, as long as they can carry food and drinks.

"I want all of them to be attractive, make sure to add diversity. Thick, skinny, light, dark, long hair, short hair, ya know? Don't take too much time thinking about it. There's other things to be done.... Ok, bye."

I hung up and checked some messages. I was happy my new project was going so great and sure we'd be able to set an opening date soon.

But, I still don't understand why my stomach was doing flips? Maybe I needed to call a few people back from home. That would do my mind some justice.

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Lots of comments guys. What do you think of Odell? What in the world is going on at the beginning of this chapter?