Slave For Him |M.B|

Chapter 24:IV

May 6th, 1947 2:07a.m.

The dream I was having suddenly ended when a loud banging erupted from the front of the house. I opened my eyes to see nothing but darkness around me. I stayed still in bed, wondering if the banging was just in my head. Another round of loud bangs came again, making me sit up in bed and throw the blanket off of me. I was at my bedroom door when I heard the front door open and then low murmurs of talking. Jorel must've gotten the door. Then just as soon as the talking started it stopped. I was silently praying it wasn't Danny here looking for Matt and instead got Jorel in his boxers. That could stir the pot a bit.

I opened the bedroom door and wandered down the hallway quietly, making sure I wouldn't wake up Jorel if he was in fact sleeping. I don't know what time it was, but it must've been really late. I crept up to the living area where I saw Jorel frantically getting dressed. His white button down shirt hung open as he pulled his trousers up one leg and then the other.

"J?" I piped up in a small voice. Jorel looked up at me with a look of fear and panic on his face. He staggered over to me with his pants hung open like his shirt. His hair was a mess, telling me he was just asleep like I was. He must've been in a deep sleep if his hair is sticking up in all sorts of directions.

"Eliese, something's happened, I have to go in to work." He told me as he buttoned down his shirt, tucking it into his pants.

"Yes of course." I replied as a shot of adrenaline shot through me. Whenever Jorel gets called in I begin to get excited and a bit panicked. I always wonder if this is the last time, I get to see the baby faced detective.

"Leave the police scanner on, I'll radio you later." He sternly informed me, referencing the police scanner he installed in the kitchen in case he needed to get a hold of me. I'm not sure if this was legal or not but he said as long as I didn't mess around with it, it should be okay.

I stood by and watched as he pulled himself together, holstering his weapon on his hip along with his badge. Jorel grabbed his coat and hat and went out the door quickly. I stood in the living room by myself for the first time in a while. It felt weird to be alone at last. I've never truly been alone like this before. I felt vulnerable and exposed; the unsettling thought of Danny entered my mind as I stood quietly. I knew Danny wasn't going to try and hurt me, I was his masterpiece and he wouldn't do anything to ruin it.

May 6th, 1947 2:39a.m.

Dearest Marlene,

I know it's been a while since I last wrote to you, things here are getting intense and I don't have much time to sit down and write. Between the new book, the baby, planning a wedding and being a social creature by the end of the day I'm exhausted. I hope you don't take offense to that.

Matt's been away for a few days, I don't know where he went but he shouldn't be gone for long. In the meantime, I've had Jorel stay with me so I'm not alone. I don't like being alone anymore. I much prefer being in the company of someone I value and trust. I must sound like an imposter to you, growing up I always wanted to be left alone and now I can't stand it. I get lost in the details of nothingness and it's dizzying. I miss it when my mind was quiet, and everything made sense. Now everything is so complicated. The sad part is, I still understand it. I understand the darkness that's surrounding me. It's been surrounding me for a few years now, but things got intense a few months ago.

Not many people know this, but I was the one who first stumbled upon the body of Elizabeth Short back in January. I still have nightmares about it. Just seeing her laying there in two has been seared into my mind and I can't scrub it clean. I was just walking that morning. The doctor told me exercise is good for the baby, so I got up early and went for a nice long walk while Matt slept. I didn't ask to stumble upon her body. I never asked to see what those people did to her. I never asked to see any of this. That's not even the worst part of the situation; I know who killed her and why she was chosen.