Free from that side of life…

In a swift fluid moment, I swung the door open to face my wonderful bastard.

"Sinister!" I breathed achingly and threw my arms around him.

"Becky," he sounded a bit shocked as he pushed me in and shut the door, keeping an arm around me.

I buried my face into his chest tightly.

"Why the hell weren't you answering the phone?" He asked in a soft but harsh tone.

Pulling away slightly, I replied with a confused expression, "The phone?"

"I've been trying to call your room phone. You weren't answering.

I was silent because, to God, I didn't hear any phone sound.

"You didn't hear it?" He arched an eyebrow, "Becky? What were you doing all this time? Were you asleep?"

"I wasn't."

Sinister walked over to the sofa and sat, pinching the brink of his nose almost in frustration. I didn't like this, I didn't like the way he looked right now.

"Are you mad at me?" My voice broke in that soft question.

He snapped his face in my direction and frowned, "What do you think?"

"Uhm, I don't know." I sighed tiredly as I walked towards him with a bottle of water in hand.

"Truthfully, I'm pissed that you got to kill her before I did." He chuckled, "I had the whole honeymoon package planned out."

"You're a freak." I scowled.

I was about to walk away when suddenly he held my hand and pulled me down on the sofa with him.

"Sin-"

"I'm not mad at you." He answered in a serious tone.

His closeness to me was burning like the sun.

"I killed her," I whispered feeling brutally ashamed, "I killed her Sin, it isn't a joke to me."

"Grey, you need to get yourself together."

"I can't! This…what I did, I can't forget it. I murdered someone. I-I'm going to hell, Sinister." I painstakingly spoke as my eyes dampened.

"Becky," he sighed, suddenly pulling me into his arms. I softly sobbed as I buried my face into his chest. It was almost comforting, the way he held me. My pain was eating me, chewing me, and spitting me into bits of humiliation. I didn't cry yet here I was doing that. I was vulnerable in front of a man who I had every reason not to trust. No, I had to stop. Weak people cry. I'm not weak. I'm not!

Sinister caressed the back of my head as he held me and gave a soft, easy laugh, "Angels don't go to hell."

"What?" I asked, slightly pulling away from him.

"I assure you, Becky, you're not going to hell. Rosalie's fate was unfortunate."

"I-I killed your fiancée."

"Our marriage was arranged, Becky. It was a deal, nothing more."

"Why would you even do that?" I frowned, "You can't marry a man you don't love".

"We had to keep things in the family, Love."

My head suddenly ached, and I pressed it into his shirt, "I don't like this."

"I know." He allowed me to lean on him as he answered, "Your flight leaves tomorrow by 8. Sleep now, you need to get up early."

I tiredly closed my eyes.

***

I opened my eyes, only to realize that I fell asleep. My legs awkwardly between his whilst the other over him. I had never been so close to a man before. I never had anyone hold me like he was doing right now. Truthfully, I liked it. I loved the feeling of his arm around me as I breathed into his shirt. I nuzzled into his hold.

The image of a sleeping, harmless Sinister warmed my insides. What was it about this man? Shifting slightly, I moved my body to the side to get a clearer view of the clock.

7:30.

An hour before my flight.

I gazed back at the sleeping man, he was beautiful. Beautiful. What was up with him? I still couldn't believe he came last night for me. Now, I don't know if I should wait for him to be awake to know if he wants me to stay or go.

But I couldn't stay, everyone at home knew already that I was leaving, and going back would be like opening old wounds. But still, I didn't want to go back to my house. While looking at him, I felt this urge to just… run my fingers through his beautiful hair.

I focused my look on him one last time as I made a final decision.

***

The flight back home was boring. All through the journey, I felt numb. I felt nothing. Everything was too much for me. I needed to be free, I needed to get out. Yet I didn't want to go, I didn't want to go. The funny thing is, I couldn't fathom my emotions I wanted to stay or not. But one thing I was certain of, I couldn't go back.

As my eyes streamed on the window, looking at the small world below us, I couldn't stop thinking of him. By now, he might have noticed my absence and probably be combing the whole street for me or, he might just go home, and not care.

Getting to my apartment, my eyes skimmed through. Nothing was out of the ordinary. I had just my siblings to think of me, and from the look of things here, none of them came to find me. Not even my dad or stepmom, I guess.

I dragged my tired body around the room towards the home phone. Typing the one number lingering in my head for days, I waited for an answer.

"H-hello…?" My quivered voice shook.

"Omg, Becky! Becky is that you?" A voice screamed into my ears. A voice I knew so well. Rebecca's voice. My best friend.

"Becca… I-I'm sorry!" I couldn't fathom my words as tears kept falling from my eyes. My heart was feeling constricted.

"Are you home Becky? Talk to me!"

"Y-yes I'm home—"

"I'm coming right now! Wait for me." That was the last word I heard as the call hung.

I scurried down the ground as I just kept crying. It was as if reality was dawning on me, that I had been through a lot for the past months.

The next few hours were spent arranging and getting everything in order.

Finally, I was free. Free from that side of life.