His Little FLOWER (Lucifer's Flower) ✓

Chapter 3

"Tell me the story,
About how the sun loved
The moon so much,
He died every night,
To let her breathe"

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I woke up feeling wet and cold but still didn't open my eyes. I heard some murmured voices that sounded so familiar. I remembered whose voices they were.

They didn't. And if they did, I am not going to let them get away with it. I felt wet and cold again.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, JENNY?" I shouted, finally opening my eyes and realizing what she had done. She had drenched me in water, in this cold weather. And Eric just stood beside her with a bored expression.

"What's wrong with me? The question should be, what is wrong with you, girl?" she yelled back at me as if I had committed the most horrible crime in history. Seriously?

"What do you mean?" I huffed.

"Ella, it's 1 in the afternoon, and you're still sleeping like you just came back from a war," Eric grumbled. I glared at him, and he smirked. No one was scared of my glares; they found it funny, which made me even more frustrated. And I'm not surprised I woke up this late.

"Where is Dad?" I asked, getting up from my wet bed and walking toward my wardrobe to change out of my soaked clothes. I looked back to see my bed completely drenched. It looked like I would need to put in a lot of effort to dry it.

"Your dad called us before going to work. He cooked breakfast for us. Come on, get ready fast," Jenny said hastily. They were like my dad's other kids and behaved like they owned the house—not that I had any problem with it, except in moments like this.

"...And you have a lot to explain," Eric added. Jenny nodded in agreement. Saying a quick "okay," I ran to my bathroom to take a nice warm shower before I caught a cold. My body is so sensitive; it catches the flu very quickly. And I hate getting injections, although I always end up getting them, even if I shout and pinch the doctors.

And I want to be a doctor. Ironic.

I quickly brushed my teeth and took a shower. I wore a white long-sleeve t-shirt and threw a grey hoodie over it, pairing it with black ripped jeans. I left my wet hair down and ran towards the dining table before they could murder me for being late.

"So, what happened last night?" Janny asked as we sat in the living room after breakfast—oh, sorry, lunch.

I looked at them, unsure if I should tell them or keep my night to myself. Not that I get a good night's sleep every day.

They both gave me a look that clearly stated, "You better tell us before we make you." I sighed, realizing I didn't have an option. I told them everything but wasn't ready for the consequences. They both threw themselves at me, squeezing me tightly while repeatedly saying, "Thank God," an uncountable number of times. I had to assure them I was alright and show them my wound before they finally let go. But Eric still held my head against his chest, covering me with his other hand as if protecting me, while Jennifer held my hands tightly as if I would vanish.

"Guys, I'm fine!"

"Ella, why would someone be after you? You can't even kill a fly, and if you did, you'd definitely cry over it like last time," Eric said thoughtfully. I glared at his chest since he still hadn't let go of me. Jenny echoed, "Exactly."

"And what does it mean that the one who made it for you can only save you?" Jenny asked, struggling to free myself from Eric and giving him my not-so-scary glare.

"I don't know, Jenny. She said only he can save me and free me from all this, but I need to find him before my 18th birthday." I heard Jenny murmur "bitch" under her breath, and Eric shook his head.