Hell's Queen

Geno

I uncurled myself from the ball I placed myself in and stood up.

I was in the living room.

After my breakdown a few weeks ago, Reaper had been very strict about me sleeping in my room or in any closed room alone.

So, for nearly a month, I've been sleeping on the couch. It was either the living room or share a bed with his worrying butt. I prefer the uncomfortable couch than the uncomfortable position we would've been in.

Stretching a bit, my back popped back into place and I hurried to my room. In the mornings, when Reaper was too busy getting his beauty rest, I'm able to be alone. Which I took as a blessing, so then I can comfortably shower and dress without worrying he was going to snoop in.

I took my usual shower, wrapped my wound, and dressed in my casual way.

I sighed softly as I left my room, jumping back into it a second later when I came face to chest with the all dark clothing skeleton!

"I thought I told you not to be in a room alone." He grumbled, lightly glaring down on me.

I gulped softly, he looked intimidating...

"Well, I have to take a shower damnit. And my clothes are in here." I huffed, growing a bit angry at him. He's been overprotective since I literally jumped on him. "You don't have to protect me from something that's just mental."

For a moment he looked a bit confused, like he didn't know what I meant.

"This isn't my first time hearing something that wasn't there. Besides, they're dead, they're nothing more than a memory." I growled, moving passed him.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me to look at him.

"You don't get it, After. I'm literally the King of Hell, I know what beings like her can do. You're not safe if she can get you alone." His cyan eyes looked so desperate and serious... But I can't believe him. I refused to believe him.

I scoffed at him, shaking my head.

"Really? I knew you were a Satanist, but to call yourself the Devil? A little pathetic." I ripped my arm out of his hold. "I think you forgot, I'm an atheist! There is no fucking God out there!" My voice rose, my breathing coming out heavier.

He looked shocked, his eyes wide with his mouth hanging open a bit.

My body went rigid, my hands clenching into fists. Why was he getting under my bones! It usually took more than a simple lie to get under my bones...

"I'm... Sorry..." I bowed my head lightly, unable to look anywhere else but at the ground. "I'm not use to people... worrying about me..." I backed up, my body needing to be away from him. "Please just finish getting ready..."

I left him there, I had to leave... I felt so stupid... I felt so weak and pathetic...

I shouldn't have reacted like that. I shouldn't have told him that...