I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 44

Ann's point of view~

I nearly ran back to Jessica's as fast as I could. I wanted to get out of here and never look back, I knew this wasn't something you get a second chance on. He could be lying, he was known for minpulating, he could have looked up back around information about me, made someone get things no one else could..but..I put that thought out of my head as I walked in and heard tumbling bottles and swearing as glass was stepped on to see a wide eyed Jess standing in the door way. My head was still bandaged and I was kicking myself for not taking it off sooner as she rushes over holding my cheeks, 'where the hell have you been!' She half scolds half begs to know as she looks me over and I bite my lip, "I...I had a little run in with some prick on the way home, I didn't want you to worry too much" I whisper not quite knowing why I lied, why I didn't just come out and say that kilgrave was back and he knew it was connected to her. It would have been the smart thing...but something....something about that man made me act god damn stupid...She was clearly unhappy and I saw the small glimmer of fear and worry in her eyes she used to have almost constantly. I was sick a lot as a little kid after the shit his parents had put me through and there where nights where it could have very easily been the end of me. But it wasn't and every time she was there by me, to help me back to health and take care of me...I think it was just another reason I was so determined to help her with her demons, that I stayed when others didn't, that I put up with her...Because deep down we where still two little kids fucking terrified of the world around us..ugh..I think I just made myself throw up in my mouth a little right there...After a proper scolding and checking over my head, the softer side of my badarse sister reared its head as she took me to the couch and ordered me to rest. Assuming she had been drinking as always, I was weary to just sit around, but even more so from the whole draining ordeal and let her care for me. It was an utter shock that when she leaned down and gently kissed my head, I didn't smell any booze on her, no gin or whiskey, or even beer for that matter, 'you...you scared the shit out of me kid...' she whispers not looking at me as I soften, tugging her down and hugging her, feeling her tense but ignoring it, "I'm sorry sis...but I'm here now, and I'm ok." I whisper and smile cuddling to her like when we where little before closing my heavy eyes, "I love you jess.." I whisper before falling asleep not able to hear her respond. As the days dragged on, my head healed and Jess seemed to have calmed down and tried to move past what happened made apparent by the two empty scotch bottles by her desk. I tried to seamlessly slip back into the flow of answering her phone, helping her with a cheating husband here, a stalking ex there...but part of me couldn't forget, or more accurately wouldn't let me. if...if he was really telling the truth, if he was who he said he was...beyond the fact that the only other person I had ever really loved being alive, I had questions. Why, how, and where the hell was he all this time? One night the curiosity finally got the best of me, I hated it, but once Jessica was asleep I left a note saying I went out for fresh air and I would be back soon, not to worry, before slipping out into the almost inky black night. I retraced my steps which proved more difficult than I had first thought seeing's  how I had been practically sprinting away from that place and had a serious head wound, though, after some wondering, I finally reached the building. The next ten minutes consisted of me having an all out mental battle with myself of one) why I was here, two) if I should go in there or just turn around and head home, three) what he would do to me if I did come back up after almost close to three weeks, and four) if I was going to bloody freeze to death before I made a god damn decision. So! Fueled by determination and the lack of feeling in my fingers, I entered the building. I walked up to the front desk, expecting to have to lay on my best charm, but the doorman with a blank kind of look in his eyes simply gave me the key and room number before going back to work as if I wasn't even there. This rightly terrified me, but not a woman to back out of a decision once it was made, I pressed on to the elevator, giving myself an empowering speech of how I could do this and take care of myself. The large steel doors opened with a little ding and as much as I wanted to spam the door close button, I stepped out at the very last second and into the nicely decorated hall. It felt like the longest sodding hallway in the world as his flat was at the end of it. I walked and taking deep breaths for what felt like an eternity, finally reached the door. I took out the keys to try the door but to my shock, it was unlocked...Either he was really stupid, or gone, and I wasn't sure which one I preferred as I opened the door slowly stepping in.  I almost jumped when he was standing at the door with a knife, but it was slack down by his side, and a s smile was growing on his face. A quick survey of both him and the apartment could easily prove he hadn't cleaned or left since I had. I kept my eyes on the knife but in a movement too fast for me to register or defend against he tossed it aside and lunged at me, cocooning me in a tight hug. My body went instantly rigid and he blabbered about how it was really me, I was really here. Feeling somewhat sorry for him, I let him have another moment of holding me before I wiggled away, much to his dislike. "What the hell are you doing?" I said gruffly and I swear I saw him cower a little before standing up straight and looking at me trying to seem tuff, 'Waiting' was all he said at first, 'Your late, close the door' He mumbled jumping over the fact that he had been sitting here and waiting for me for so long. To say it was a shock was an understatement as I followed this enigma of a man further into the flat as he made his way toward the bar, studying him.