paradise

Chapter 7

A bright light shone through the pretty stained glass as the son rose into the sky. I woke up when I heard Damien moving about in the room and smiled at him and went to speak, but he ignored me, acting like I wasn't even there. My chest felt tight but I ignored it and continued to watch the sun through the small bit of glass.

Getting up I walked around the room. It was so unique and different from the rooms in paradise. There was a smaller bed in the corner by the door. A desk sat in the middle of the room with beautiful carvings of ships and the wonderful sea. Many papers sat on top and of what I could see were some letters and documents along with a book of writing with the humans dates. I think it's called a journal to humans. Letting my feet carry me to the other side of the room I found myself in front of a huge closet. It was made of dark wood and gold. I know I shouldn't be nosy but I just wanted to take a peek. Taking a peek I saw many clothes. Some normal, some beautiful looking, very expensive.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

I sighed and looked down remembering I was just in his shirt. I blushed and closed my eyes feeling the fabric on my skin. It was smooth and light... unlike the captains hands. I blushed even more and went to find my clothes I brought with me. I realized that he had hung them up to dry and I smiled once again pulling on a blue dress that was short and flowy.

Sitting on the bed I began to get lost in thought. Did father miss me? I-it doesn't seem like any one was looking for me. Hopefully they understand why I left. I frowned. I missed my family dearly. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come. I just seem like a burden to everyone. I should go before my sister finds out...

Suddenly there was a huge bang on the desk. I jumped and looked over to find Damien flopping down into his chair. Puzzled as to why he was back so fast I looked to the port hole to see it was dark outside. Damien lit a candle and was digging into his food as I sat quietly.

" You gonna eat?" His voice was hash. The word burden crossed my mind again but I pushed it away and went to eat.

Dinner was weird. HE was weird. The sweet man I laid with on the rock was gone. Replaced with a harsh cold heart. Even after I changed into my shirt he didn't say a word to me instead he went straight to sleep on the bed. Maybe this is the pirate life... but I thought I felt something. I shook the thoughts away and remembered why I was even here in the first place.

Grabbing an extra blanket I found on the floor and curled up in the big desk chair.

I am ugly. Love .... love won't come to me. Charles and Damien showed me that. My sisters were wrong in encouraging me and giving me this hope.

I decided tomorrow I was gonna go back to paradise. This short time has shown me I'm not wanted.

It's been two weeks and I'm still here on the ship.

Damien is... confusing. The day after I slept on the floor I woke up on the bed with a warm breakfast on his desk. It made my heart flutter but my brain confused and it didn't just stop there. He was mean to me one second and the next sweet and caring. It was exhausting...

Every time I tried to leave and sneak out  it's like he could tell. He would be sweet to me and my heart would convince my brain to stay.

I couldn't do it anymore. Today I was to tell him I was leaving. No matter what happened I would leave. I woke up this morning determined. So here I sat at his desk ready to go.

" hello little one" I looked up and met a heart fluttering smile. Today he was nice Damien.... " Damien-"

I was cut off. " little one tomorrow we will be docking to get more supplies and stretch our legs... if you wish to go then leave then, but if you wish to stay you must tell your sister." I didn't know what to say. Why does he know what I'm thinking... it's not fair.

I took a deep breath and looked down at the table. " I-I'll be leaving." There was a long pause before I spoke again. " I know when I'm not wanted. So I'll head back to paradise." He turned around fiddling with something inside his dresser. I sat there watching him. I couldn't help but let my thoughts crowd me.

He agrees. I knew this was true but... why does my heart still hurt. I couldn't help but push away the thoughts that answered. Love. In these two weeks I was falling for Damien. I didn't want to admit it. If I did... my heart would be broken permanently when I left.

" why not stay?" I looked up and found him holding up one of his shirts to me. I grabbed it and began to undress. I felt eyes on my body but I didn't dare look up. If I did... I would stay. " I'm not wanted so I will leave." His eyes on me made my body feel on fire. His eyes felt like hands lightly walking themselves across my body. I looked up and I saw some thing in his eyes that looked conflicted. " I don't want you to go. You are wanted." When I was dressed I looked back up at him he was looking at the floor scratching his neck. I smiled and made my way to the spot on the floor I had been occupying for the past two weeks.

Before I could get comfortable he lifted me off the ground and placed me on the bed. Before I could say anything he was undressed to only his pants and laid in the bed next to me.

I laid there in darkness till I heard his breathing even out. Maybe my sister was right... this man knows how to play with my heart.

As I was pulled to sleep I heard a soft I'm sorry.

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Should a do Damiens POV?