Born In Hell

35

"Raelyn," Belle said hovering over me, waking me up from my sleep.

"Yeah?"

"D-did I hurt you," she whispered like she was afraid of saying those words. "Like when I left and some hours ago."

I sat up quickly to look at her. She looked worried and I'm not sure why. Usually she doesn't feel bad about the things she's done, but right now it was much different.

"No." She gave me a hard look. "Okay yeah, but things like that only stings for a little. Once the pain is gone you just keep moving on and trust things will be okay instead of looking back."

Her eyes softened and I could almost see vulnerability in her. Something she can't have. Belle can't be vulnerable, she's the one who's supposed to keep it somewhat together.

"I'm tired of fighting. I don't want to have this explosive anger, but I do."

She glanced at the guys asleep on the floor. She dug her hand into Death's feathers, playing with them. Hades stirred a little and she stopped and stared at him. He sat up, but plopped right back down like nothing happened. And Aniel was just sitting there peacefully taking a snooze.

"Why are you tired of fighting?"

"It's messing with-..... I don't know."

She was going to say something I know she was. She shook her head, continuing to play with Death feathers. After awhile he reached back, pulling her hand out to stare at her. He looked at me like I did something, but all I did was shrug.

"Belle, go back to sleep," he said calmly.

"Why?"

"Because you're still drunk and you're not you right now." She stared at him blankly, making him huff in annoyance. "Come on."

He took her back to the room and I sat there confused. Minutes ticked by and they haven't returned, so I went to see what that was all about.

They were in the room, sorta cuddled up. She was in his arms on his lap, with his wings wrapped around her while she went back to sleep. Death on the other hand was watching her intently. It was almost uncomfortable just looking at them. He treated her with so much care and she was just eating it all up. No wonder she was always around him all these years.

"Somedays she doesn't need to drink because she spills things without shielding it off."

"Why?"

"Because something in her is constantly fighting her, trying to break free... She gets like this on her birthday."

I was about to ask if that was today, but he nodded before I could. She started shaking a little and sweating, so he tightened his wings around her. She relaxed a bit, but not much. I never knew when her birthday was, she never said or talked about it. I've asked once and she avoided the question. Since then I never asked again.

"Does she hate her birthday or something?"

"Let's just say she hasn't had the best birthdays in the past," he said lowly.

"Not even one?"

"If there is one she hasn't said... Look I know you know her enough, but I know her better so please listen when I say don't try anything."

I nodded and left out. Sometimes people just need one good birthday. Just one. If she won't get it one way she'll get it another way. So I went and woke up the guys and the master plan was started.
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Back to me

I woke up nestled in Death's wings. And all I could think of was, fuck something happened. Last time I woke up like this I was having some type of fit and being just a huge mess.