Take Me Away

~Myla~

The silence on the ride to our weekend getaway killed me, so I ended up taking a damn nap with blank dreams. Deacon never spoke a word about the "job" he had to handle at the nightclub, and I never asked, even though it was the only thing on my mind until I fell asleep. I know he's mad and beside himself about the fact that I know his secret, but honestly, it was fucking inevitable, really.

He probably thinks I look at him differently too, and to be honest, I do. Not in a bad way, though, but yeah it terrifies me a little bit, knowing I'm in love and fücking a murderer, but there's a part of me that knows he'd never hurt me. Then again, there's a part of me that thinks what if one day I become his next "job" and what if he does end up having to kill me, or decides to kill me because I know too much?

I'd like to think that the part of me that thinks that is wrong, but you really never know until it's too late.

I feel a nudge on my shoulder and a little shake, so I try to sit up