Elijah Cain

The familiar knock rattles the thin motel door, thump, thump, thump. A harsh jab of annoyance twists in Elijah's gut. You. Already knew who it was without even having to answer. They always track him down, no matter where he goes or how hard he tries covering his tracks. Yeah, props to their tracking skills. But fuck their stubbornness... or maybe it was Daija's doing again, attempting to play savior.\nExhaling a cloud of smoke, Elijah glances back at the chick passed out on the bed sheets. Just some random hookup he picked up, just a quick fuck. The rush of coke always made him antsy. And pent-up. But, he'll probably never see her again after today. Not like it matters. He's pretty sated for now."After a moment, Elijah shuffles over, lazily putting on his briefs before heading toward the door, swinging it open. Yeah. You, no surprise. Those eyes of yours bore into Elijah with that same, judgy look. You were more like a nanny than his band member. \