The Tormentor and his Savior (Hero x Villain) (bxb) (short story) - Chapter 10: Chapter 10

Alastor bought an apartment for me, even though I've repeatedly told him I could afford five. He wanted to take care of me apparently and make sure I'm as far away as that stupid, toxic, Karen looking, Dolphin sounding, monkey acting bitch. His words. Not mine. Though they aren't too far fetched.
"So about the government..."
"What you don't know how to stop a government?"
"Apollo I don't stop the government I avoid them at all cost. Plus in your case stopping the government won't be the same as convincing them."
I sigh knowing he's probably gonna flip. "I might have a plan..."
"What plan?" He narrows his eyes on me, almost reading my mind...again.
"It may possibly have something to do with using Isabella as-"
"Fuck no. Non. Nein. Não. Nee. Nyet. Aniyo. Nahin. Lā- I'm running out of languages to tell you no Darling"
"She won't be in danger-"
"I don't care if all she has to do is sit in a ball pit at a daycare. I'm not bringing any of my family into any of this."
I sigh knowing he isn't gonna budge. "Well do you have a plan?"
"I say we do nothing."
"What do you mean nothing? If we do nothing they'll kill us."
"Darling let's be honest with ourselves here shall we? The only reason you want to try and convince or stop the government is because you yearn for their approval and acceptance. If you truly wanted to you could blow them all to bits."
I groan and stuff my face in my hands as I realize he's right. "Alright I don't want to stop them I want to work with them-"
"Nope. You want to work for them. You want to feel good about yourself and work under the same government that people claim untrustworthy because you seek a higher power that does more than treat you like shit." Alastor says completely unapologetically.
Well warning signs are apparently out the fucking window.
"I- that's not true..." I mumble, looking down at my feet.
I hear him shuffle around before I see his shoes right infront of mine. His comforting hand guides my jaw to look up at him.
"There's nothing wrong with what you crave Apollo. But there is something wrong with you at least not knowing that you crave it. I won't ever intentionally hurt your feelings or make you feel belittled. But sometimes you just need to know without me beating around the bush."
Call me Darling please. Comfort me in the way I crave. I know what it is and it's you. Call me Darling, or baby. Take me in your arms and hold me there. Tell me I'm perfect and whisper sweet nothings into my ear while you caress my hair. Pepper kisses along my collarbone. Protect me from my own mind. Let me be yours.
"Okay.." I whisper.
"Okay?"
"You're right."
A small delicious chuckle releases from his tasty lips. "Oh Darling I'm always right. C'mon I made Nutella crêpes covered in strawberries and powdered sugar with drizzled Duce de Luce."
My mouth waters at the mental image.
The mansion is less bright and cared for than I last remembered it. The windows are all covered by curtains, the small gap between some of them proving the inside looks just as gloomy as the out.
"Here goes something..." I had came to collect my belongings, officially moving out of my own personal hell and into my make shift safe haven.
The key under the carpet proves useful when I've realized my mother changed the house code.
The front doors open with a dragging creek sound. One that makes me want to cover my ears.
I take a few steps inside to notice it's empty. The furnitures gone. The shoes gone. The carpet gone. The chandeliers gone. I go inside the dinning room to see everything there gone as well. The silverware and kitchen tools all gone in the cabinets and drawers.
I race upstairs to my room, desperate to get my clothes back. Right before entering I hear a feminine voice. The same one that makes my heart drop 10 feet below sea level.
"Hi. I need to know if you have a certain pair of pants in your shop?" She asks. Humming as whoever she's on the phone with answers.
I curse under my breath, deciding to turn around and go another day. But when my eye sight catches the empty mansion I realize this might be my only shot. I groan, knocking on my own door.
"Apollo come in! Listen I'll have to call back."
My steps are the only sound in the room if you don't count my relieve breath when I notice my room untouched.
"So you came crawling back didn't you?" She says with a smug smirk.
I stop myself from recoiling and shake my head. "N-no, I'm just here to recollect my stuff."
Her brows scrunch together in confusion. "What? You're moving out?"
I nod "yeah."
"And who's money do you think your paying your bills with? You don't have a job. I made sure of that. Are you planning on going in debt?"
"I- I'm staying with someone." It's technically the truth. It's legally Alastor's apartment and he does sleepover once in a while.
"Ah, so you plan on being a burden to others just like you have been to me since you took your first breath of air? Typical coming from such a worthless little piece of shit." She scoffs, shaking her head in disappointment. I blink the tears away, not wanting to let her see me cry...again.
"What- what are you doing in my room?"
"Your room? The same room that is owned by me. In the same house under my name that I pay for? I am sitting in one of my rooms... because it's currently the only place with furniture. And I didn't want to move your stuff without seeing how much of a disappointing asshole you grew up to be."
"Can I please just get my stuff, I'll be out before you know it-"
"Oh my dear shitty son, everything you think is yours is mine. I paid for them. I picked them. I borrowed them to you. So again, what are you here for?"
My body halts. She can't seriously be serious can she? "Just one thing, I just need one thing."
"Which is?"
"I need to know your middle name."
She raises a confused eyebrow. "Sheila...?" She hesitantly answers.
"Thank you, please note the restraining order I will be filing against your abusive ass."