Only Yours

Another Hit

LILAH'S POV

*2 and a half weeks later*

Elijah's hold around my waist tightens as he shifts his position slightly.

He's gotten a lot more protective since I've been back.

I'm not mad about it, it's comforting but sometimes it's a little annoying.

When it get's annoying is when I don't wanna be touched.

I have complex PTSD, But I've been trying my best to not lash out on anyone.

Especially Elijah.

I have tons of scars on my body.

Some are gonna heal, most aren't.

I'm quite honestly scared of people, now.

I haven't talked to anyone besides Elijah and Veronica these past almost 3 weeks.

I cut my hair, finally. It now goes down just a little bit past my shoulders.

And to be honest, I look wayyy more badass with short hair.

"..Are you hungry?" Elijah asks me, I can tell he's tired.

I don't sleep that much anymore, so he sacrifices his sleep to stay up with me through all hours of the night.

"No not really." I reply.

"Well you need to eat something.. You haven't eaten anything in the past two days." he tells me.

"Just not in the mood for food." I trace my finger along his hand, before holding his in mine.

"If I get you some fresh fruit will you eat it, please?"

"If it'll make you happy." I reply.

"It will. It really will." he says before leaving a kiss on my cheek. "I'll be right back. It'll only take two minutes." he slides out of bed.

2 minutes later he walks back into the room with a huge bowl of fruit. "You know, I said i'll eat it but not that much,"

"Ik, I didn't mean to cut up this much..." he replied with an embarrassed smile.

We ate half the fruit when Vee came storming in without knocking. Easily pissing Elijah off.

"We have talked about this Veronica. Learn to knock!" Elijah snapped making me flinch the tiniest bit.

"Shit, I'm sorry Lilah." He apologized.

"It's ok." I convinced him.

"I have knews! Guess what Giovanni just did!" Vee said.

I shuddered at the thought of him. I think now is the time I finally realized all the shit he has put me through.

Asswipe.

"He put a hit on Lilah. Guess how much for."

"Umm 10k?" I asked.

She laughed.

"Not even close."

"A million?" Elijah asked.

"Nope. A hundred fucking million"

Elijah and my jaw dropped.

"Damn.. He hates me that much,"

This is where I start to feel unsafe and that anyone could kill me at any moment. That terrifies me. It never has before all this shit happened though. The Russians ruined me. Completely.