Saving Me

Chapter 11: I Was In Too Deep

"It's not like that. Don't call her that. I'm going back to bed, leave us the (insert word that as an angel I can't say) alone."

A ribbon of light laced the floor and climbed the wall as he quietly opened the door, and I shut my eyes. Before he closed it, I heard her awful voice one more time.

"You sure she's nobody, Michael?"

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The roles were reversed the rest of the night. After some tossing and turning, Michael seemed to go back to sleep. Not me. I had too many questions.

For example, what happened to make him leave Hell? Why didn't he want to go back? Why was Jezebeth working as the desk lady of a hotel she claimed was hers?

And like, okay, so did he really think I was no one? Because I mean, he did hit the woman-demon after she called me a mean name. My only thing was, why would he lie to someone he'd obviously known for probably ever and be telling me the truth rather than the other way around?

Simple: he wouldn't. Maybe he was just furious with her and needed an excuse to whack her, and he didn't do it for me. Maybe I really was no one to him. Or what if my initial thoughts about him were true?

Of course. He was using me for some special evil plan, and he didn't want her to know about it. That was his goal all along: get me to trust him before he did something horrible to me or made me his slave so I could do horrible things to someone else or he'd use my immortality against me and spend his days torturing me just for fun, breaking my bones and carving his initials into my skin, or he'd take my other wing for himself-

I couldn't do this anymore. I needed to leave. I had to get away from him, I had let myself believe in him too much already. I was in too deep, I had to go now.

By this point the stupid red glowing numbers yelled 5:37. As quietly as I could, I pulled off the blankets and swung my legs over the side of my bed. The mattress creaked and I froze, my breath stopping in my throat as fear blocked it from going any further. But Michael didn't even stir. Not that I could tell, anyway, the sun hadn't yet come up enough to bleed through the window so I could see. Especially being in the dark like I was, terror took over my body. If he woke up and saw me trying to escape, he'd be angry. Furious. He'd force me to stay. The nice-demon-guy charade would be over. Why had it taken me so long to come to my senses?

I blamed the blood loss.

Thankfully the red carpet seemed plush enough not to make any noise when stepped upon. It's nerve-wracking as heck to try and sneak away from a demon from Hell with supernatural eardrums, let me tell you. But somehow I did it. I finally reached the door handle, nearly running into it in the process. Shutting it behind me with only the slightest clicking sound and letting out a deep breath into the otherwise silent hall, relief flooded my veins. I wasted no time in making my way towards the elevator, thinking that I should have gotten away from him that first night we spent together. Not many days had passed, but enough to where I fell for his lies, his false extension of friendship and aide. It took me until now, until him bringing me to a place where yet another demonic being lurked, to snap out of the trance. The fact that there were two in the building where I had fallen asleep made me nearly hate my stupid self. Michael and Jezebeth didn't seem to get along, but they were on the same side. And they had me vulnerable.

The elevator doors slid open to reveal the lobby, and I was grateful to see a man at the front desk, kindly talking to a woman and her exhausted looking little boy. He seemed much more genuine, but it wouldn't surprise me if he was visiting from Hell as well.

I walked faster.

"Hey."

Not fast enough.