Choices : To Live Or To Love ?

Letting Go

Hell was pretty awesome once they got  there. She was awestruck by the massive mansion. So he probably had a family no one could possibly leave alone there. She wouldn't. Thoughts of all the ghost stories she read and watched would haunt her . But then again privacy came in handy. 

"should I drag your ass inside or are you coming? " he broke the silence.

" Oh now you're asking?" 

"Well ,follow me " he commanded.

The nerve of this guy! " I'm not your chiwawa "

" Definitely not, they're way cuter and more submissive. " he replied with a smirk.

She gave up. Well atleast she wasn't going to sleep next to a dumpster. Her last foster parents were well to do. And they'd rub it in her face anytime they could. Reminding her to work hard cause she didn't have an inheritance to ran to. Well it was technically true she didn't have an old dying rich as fuck aunt waiting somewhere in an old quiet town with a diamond mine in South Africa. How are some people so lucky?

Safe to say this house made her fosters  parents house look like childs play. Mahogany wood softer than her skin , tall glass windows covering the diner. A dozen other rooms she knew she couldn't push her itchy curious legs to find out about...

"Your can have this room on the second floor. I'll be on the third floor if you need anything. Let me get you a change of clothes. And I know you're tired but tomorrow morning you're telling me what your story is. Stripper, runaway, convict whatever. I leave by 8"  he looked at her intently. The hoody she was wearing covering her face partially.

"Okay. "
Okay?  She should have said thank you but she was too consumed with different emotions. Anger, pain gratitude, and maybe she needed a hug. But definitely not from Lucifer.

"My name is Christopher by the way , as charming as Lucifer sounds. I'm Christopher and nobody  calls me Chris "

" Whoever thought of naming you after Jesus Christ was pretty blasphemous and far from the point considering..."  she didn't even dare finish he was glaring at her like she was his next meal.

" I'm Radiant "
He laughed, it had a nice ring to it, a deep rumble.
" So much for names having meanings. There's nothing Radiant about you. "

" I know", she said sadly. Making him wish he could take back that statement.

He left to get her a change of clothes as she stepped into the luxurious bathroom. She could shower in there  forever, the water was warm and it calmed her nerves, washing her hair with the shampoo she found she started humming. There was a full  mirror inside. Radiant looked at her body then her face to her swollen tired sad eyes. Suddenly the weight of everything she had gone through became too much and she broke down.

The water mixed with  her tears, as she cried out each tear being a lesson and a reminder of everything and  everyone she'd lost, for her miserable life, for her abusive foster parents that found it fun to beat her mercilessly,or cut her hair when she made a mistake . For her aunt and uncle who tried their best to help her but we're denied full custody she would have loved it their with her 5 other cousins. For the other family she lived with that wanted  to use her body as a money making machine atleast she'd escaped in time, for the recent family that made it their priority to remind her she was a nobody to the society. Well fuck society. And lastly for losing her parents and sister in that wretched car accident that left her all  alone... One last sob.

She would never cry again. She vowed.