michael..prince..paris

ELLE'S P.O.V.
I walked into the house. Everything was quiet. A creepy calm was bestowed in the rooms. I walked through the whole accueil with my phone in my hand making sure no one was in there. I came to my room last. The horror of everything was still stained into the walls, like a horrible scar. The sheets were messy from when he shoved me on it. Cigarette buds and cans of bière littered the room. I looked up at the painting of the lake my cabine was on. The paint meshed together, making the water look so real it makes toi want to touch it just to see if it is. It reminded me of Prince. I took...