The Rules to Redemption

Chapter 21: Just like me

Long wait but I did it, we're good I'm a bad bitch.

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Damien's POV:

I couldn't bring myself to knock on her door because I knew that once I did, there was no turning back. I'd have to get rid of her and god I don't want to do that but I have a habit of ignoring my feelings and listening to the fibres in my body rather than my heart.
I'd never had a problem with killing before but I'd also never cared to keep someone alive so much. Perhaps it was because we were the same in so many ways, I don't feel crazy around her. I feel understood, more than ever.

Beyond my knock there was nothing. I rang the doorbell and there was still nothing, there was too much silence it made me cautious though I'm sure I worry too much for her sake.
Backing out my gun, I slowly and quietly unlock the door like I had done a million times before without making a noise.
I convinced myself that I would shoot on site to spare me the change of mind that I knew I would have.
I knew the apartment well, all New York ones have the same structure, scattering around with my guard up and gun out I noticed her silhouette reflected on the wall before I saw her face. Closing my eyes I make the turn and just as I was ready to pull the trigger I saw her.
In the flesh not some dumb fucking reflection.

She didn't look okay from the back, the empty bottles of alcohol spoke enough.
"Tallia." I call quietly.
She turns around to see me yet immediately turns back. "Why are you in my house?" She questions me.
To kill you. Why else?
I notice her typing away on a laptop, her fingertips slipping off each key.
"What are you doing?" I ask cautiously.
"Following my dream." She mutters. "I'm writing about how life fucking sucks."

Those are the most direct words that have ever left her mouth.

My steps closer to her were taken with caution and when I catch sight of her properly I was taken aback completely. Her eyes were puffy, red and swollen which contrasted with her skin that was clearer than ever. Strands of hair reached over her face from her failing to tie her hair up. Even the subtle quiver in her lip that she tried to hide spoke to me.
She had been sat in somewhat of a darkness so I turned on a lamp that was on the side table next to the couch lighting up the room immediately.

"Turn it off." She mutters. Sighing I don't though I do dim the light so it isn't so illuminating. She reaches for the bottle again yet I immediately snatch it out of her hand.
"Asshole I'm fucking thirsty." She groans.
"Then drink water." I raise my eyebrow at her.
She ignores me, tossing her laptop to the side and attempting to snatch it out of my hand. I hold it far back from her reach.
"What bitch do I look like to fight you for alcohol Dandelion? There's more in the cabinet." A smirk appears on her face.

Just as she was about to turn further from my reach I connect my gun with her spine. Why? I guess it's the only way I can get her to sit still for a second though this time I was startled by her response. A laugh. A condescending laugh with nothing but sarcasm behind it.
She turns towards me and pushes the gun further into her stomach, "Pull the trigger Damien. Do it."
She realises that I won't but I'm supposed to. But I won't.
"You can't threaten me with death Damien. I'm not afraid of it."
I never expected you to be.

Having turned around I grab her wrist to prevent her from leaving. "I'm talking to you, don't turn your back to me." I warn her but she didn't react to my words instead she inhaled sharply at my grip on her wrist. I let go to notice slight bruising around the wrist area. "What happened?" I demand more than ask.
"I let a pregnant bitch hold my hand during childbirth." She rolls her eyes.
"Tallia." I demand.
You're meant to kill her dickhead not care.
"Damien please remove yourself from the premises of my house before I boot you out with Sierra's platform heels." She smiles walking into another room.