She thought he was her college professor. Reality check: he was anything but.
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Ellora Davis is an average college student, naive of the dangers of the world outside. Her only worries are solving not-too-easy physics problems and dealing wi...
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E L L O R A
"Wakey wakey sleeping beauty."
My eyes flutter open tiredly at Willy's voice, and the tremendous amount of light that fell on my face.
I cover my face immediately with a groan.
"Uh...Willy, what time is it?" My voice comes out raspy.
"8:45." Willy says opening the last curtain in the room. "And if you are not ready in," she glances at the bedside clock, "fifteen minutes, he is going to come up to make you ready himself."
I was in the middle of pulling the blanket all the way to my head, when my eyes widen. Sleep gone immediately, I get up.
Willy chuckles as she sits beside me on the bed. "The way you're scared of Abraham, it's amusing."
"Not to me." I mumble into my pillow. "By the way isn't he usually gone by 9'O clock?"
"Today's Saturday."
"So?" It dawns on me then. "Oh. Saturday."
"Yes hon. Saturday."
For the last few weeks, he has been taking me to the Coven every Saturday. In the beginning it was Mondays and Wednesdays and Saturdays. But later he's ceased it to only Saturdays. And I am so freaking glad of it. I'd rather rot here in this huge mansion like a soul less ghost, then be there amidst those men who-
Do not go there Ellora.
"Now get ready quickly. Keep sometime for breakfast..." she was about to get up, when I grip her wrist stopping her.
She looks down at me, "yes hon?"
"Um, can I ask you a question?"
She frowns, her sweet smile still intact, "Anything, hon."
"Where do you live?"
Confusion breaks out in her face.
"Why, I live here."
"No I mean, you're not around much. I only see you in the mornings when you make food for the entire day, and that too not all the days."
"Oh I work." She says, the confusion now clear from her face. "I work in Belleville boarding school. I teach the highschoolers Physics and Mathematics. It takes over two hours to drive back and forth on good snow days. And on the bad snow days it takes double the time. So I usually stay over with the children and only travel when it's absolutely necessary. "
I bite back further questions. There are thousands of them, but Willy is so sweet, I am not sure if I should.
She clears my dilemma, as she seems to read my mind. The sides of her eyes crinkle with a soft smile, as she says, "Go ahead. Ask those questions I know that are eating you from inside."
