Her Demon Lovely

Chapter 1

I pulled up to a cheap motel in New York and go through the oh so intriguing process of getting a room ( I'll spare you the details of this 'amazing' conversation ). After I unload the essentials into the room I start the process of looking for another month to month apartment and a job, preferably one that doesn't involve dealing with sexist assholes.

I slam my computer shut and curl up on the computer chair. I hate this, I don't want to run place to place. I wish I had a normal childhood with my mom and dad in a cozy home where we'd be happy and I'd have a normal life with a dog and i would fight with my mom and yell that i hated  her, my dad would help me with math homework, id rebel by sneaking out and getting piercings, and then eventually go to college because my parents insist that i'm meant for bigger things and there is nothing wrong with a higher education, and everything would be well not as fucked as my life right now.

At times I want to give up, just let them come and get me let them end all the running and the seemingly never ending game of cat and mouse, sometimes I find myself thinking maybe I should end it myself. But then the memories rush in , my mothers eyes full of love and a final sorry and I know I can't let her down and give up, she died for me and I won't repay her by letting myself give up.

I wipe my tears, tell myself I can do this, and promise myself that a life of joy will follow. I open my computer and continue my search.

   •••

After a long day of looking I've finally found another job and apartment. I already called and applied to both and so far I have a place to stay and an interview. ( again I'll spare the details of these amazing conversations ).

I pull up to the club and sigh, one day I'll be a secretary or something but for now I get the amazing job of bartender, again. Pushing back my resentment of the position i begin walking in to the building.

The owners office is hidden at the end of a long hallway, wow this is creepy as fuck I mean anything can happen back here during club hours and no one would hear it. Shaking my head of those terrible thoughts I lift my fist to knock on the door " come in ". I didn't even knock, how did they know I was outside the door?Duh dumbass, they probably have cameras, don't want any drunks messing everything up. 

I open the door to see a spacious office with a velvet red couch , an expensive microwave, big desk, tall sexy man behind the desk, crystal chandelier, and over all intimidating feel. I looked to the man behind the desk. He had short blonde hair, brown eyes that seemed to have hints of  red, a strong chin, sharp cheek bones, toned muscles, and even though he was seated it was obvious that he was tall. " ahem" I was snapped out of my daze, " I'm sorry " my face heated up in a blush as I muttered the apology. " it's quite okay, but I would like to get this interview over with before starting hours" he said in a voice that must've had woman crawling over one another for him. " yes, okay , I apologize " oh my god how stupid of me to just stare.

The interview went well and I managed to get the job, starting tomorrow. However he looked at me as if I was his prey and he the predator watching closely, studying me, definitely creepy. He may be hot but something about him threw me off, I became more aware of my surroundings, I was on edge, I immediately found all the exits ( there was only the one ), my stomach twisted into knots, I don't trust this man.

I walked hurriedly to my baby, god I love this car. It was only noon and I was in need of a shopping spree, so off to the mall I go. Now I know that being a bartender sucks but i can't deny my body was built for it and i loved finding clothes that graciously complimented my figure.

After a long day of shopping I decide i need to come back to the apartment, plop down on my bed set an alarm for 2 the next day so I have time to get ready and get to work before my shift at 4, and pass out.

  It was already midnight and I was just now headed back to my apartment. Me being the stupid and lazy person that I am decided to take a shortcut through the back ally ways. Hey, don't judge I was tired, my heeled boots had my feet screaming in pain , and I just wanted the yummy fruit in my fridge. I know I look like the idiot white chick in a horror movie, and I should've known that horror movies can come close to true, but really I never think before I do anything.

The man came from seemingly no where, he pressed me up against the ally wall by my throat and no matter how much I clawed at him he wouldn't loosen his hold. He lowered his mouth  and whispered into my ear " you've gotten so much older, so much more beautiful, you look like your mother ". At this I stopped struggling and went stiff. I recognized him now, even though it was so long ago it was obvious to me who he was, and he had just crossed a line. I raised my hand and before i could even think it through my red hot rage had me sending the palm of my hand clean across his cheek. " don't- y-you talk -about- m-my mother " I gasped out.

He lifted me away from the wall. " A damn shame i need you alive, oh how id love to drag a knife across your pretty little throat and shut you up ". He slammed me against the wall and pain radiated every where as my vision went blurry. " go to hell " was the last thing I muttered before I passed out.

I awoke in a cold sweat tangled in my blanket. After I had blacked out back then I don't know what happened, but somehow I woke up at home by myself. I would've thought it a horrible dream had my back and throat not ached so badly. Looking at the clock i decide to get up and get ready, i wont run again so soon.

I shake it all off and wipe the tear that managed to escape and start to prepare for my first day of work.