Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
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"It was the money Victor paid him to keep quiet," Sofiana said. She turned to look at me. "With each body came a hefty check, unmarked bills, all from a secret bank account. The bodies would be dropped off at the funeral home and Steven would take care of it. No questions asked."
A cold numbness crept up my spine. I couldn't feel the words passing through my lips. "Who would bring the bodies in?"
"Victor usually leaves that job to Zachary, Seth, and Elijah- at times. He could care less what happens to those who end up in the body bags," Sofiana stated bluntly.
I fought to suppress the acid from coming up my throat. I couldn't wrap my mind around how insolent she spoke of the unfortunate people who lost their lives to this monstrosity of a group. Maybe that's what happens when you've been in for so long. You become cold and disconnected to all life around you.
"I still don't know why you're telling me this," I said. "Steven is dead. What do I have to do with any of what you're telling me?"
Her response was short and simple. "You'll see soon enough."
. . .
The night dragged on for what felt like forever. After sealing a quick glance at the digital clock on the dash, it showed that only two hours had gone by. I didn't bother asking where we were going. Part of me didn't want to know while the other truthfully didn't care.
Thoughts of Elijah and what remnants of a life I had behind me were fading with each passing mile as we drove. Sofiana had suggested at one point that I close my eyes to rest. But I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes for longer than a few minutes at a time. Exhausted or not, my lack of trust wouldn't allow me to.
Plus, if I were to somehow miraculously fall asleep there was a very likely chance that I would dream of Elijah. Or whoever the hell he was. I knew with full certainty that it would be him I'd see. With a knowing smile that always made my stomach flutter nervously and those chilling blue eyes that could steal secrets from my soul.
"My god, I must be fucked up," I said to myself.
As much as I'd like to agree with you, I'm curious. Why do you think you're fucked up?
"After everything Sofiana told me about Elijah and what he really is. . . I think I miss him."
Ooo. . . yeah, maybe you are fucked up.
I wanted to roll my eyes at her sarcastic remark but found the corner of my mouth curving upwards. Why would someone go through all the trouble? I'm nothing special. Yet day in and day out, Elijah played the role of the perfect supportive partner. He made me feel secure and safe. When all along I was as safe as a mouse in a snake tank. A little mouse who was totally unaware of the danger or the ugly fate to come, locked in with a slimy serpent who waited long enough for his prey to grow attached to him.
