Chapter Forty-four - Deacon

Deacon opened the door to Purity’s apartment with the key she gave him before they parted ways at Hot Joy Café, staring at the destruction strewn all over the place. Tables were overturned, lamps broken and scattered across the carpet, and pictures smashed at the bottom of the walls. The inside smelt like jasmine and lilacs with a touch of what he thought was cinnamon underneath the mess, a sharp contrast to the chaos in front of him. A small lamp setting on its side was still lit, casting a small glow over the otherwise dark apartment, the curtains drawn tight, barring any daylight from coming inside. It surprised Deacon they weren’t ripped from their rods as well, but then again whoever did this probably didn’t want anyone peeking in and seeing the damage before Purity returned. Why Purity kept her place dark, Deacon wasn’t sure; maybe hiding from the outside world. It’s not like it had treated her well over the past few months, especially last night from the looks of things.