Hello, my lovelies!!!!! Welcome back to the show!!! (don't mind me). So another chapter for my people, hope you guys enjoy it. Plus, relax there isn't going to be a fire (or there maybe).
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Alicia's POV:
The days passed like a fly trying to escape. No harm came to Damien, my boyfriend. It is still weird calling him that. But I love every bit of it. He made it known that the two of us are a thing. UHHHH!!!!! I'm so freaking happy!! I literally growl at any dumb girl who thinks they can take my place. If they wish to face me, they should know what is coming for them. I always keep busy, but not busy enough to not mind my boyfriend. We spend time together when we have the time. Since I graduated years ago, I wasn't worried about my studies. I had been having reports to fill for work, and it has been tiring.
All those are the least of my worries, cause there is one bigger problem. The case is back, and bigger than ever. When I thought I succeeded in solving the case, once and for all, I ended up making it worse. And how I found out was in the least calming way. It was Damien who informed me, saying his father had to take him away till it has resolved. He asked me to come with him, but I knew the reason Mr Cruz was taking Damien away was because of me. I was definitely involved primarily in this issue, which made it a bad idea to run away and spend time with Damien. I had to get this case over with.
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Knocking on Damien's door, I try the knob to see it open. I step in quietly, not wanting to wake him up. I sneak into his room, to see him sprawled on his bed, sheets covering half of his torso, and his left arm covering his eyes. He looked peaceful sleeping which lightened up my mood. It quickly dampened later, because I remembered why I was there. I slowly put the sheet of paper on the side table and walk over to him.
Removing his hair from his face, I brush my lips on his forehead and hear him sigh. Guess he is having a good dream. I take a step back just as he turned in my direction, reaching out to me. I panicked a bit, not wanting him to see me here when he woke up. His arm falls to the side of the bed, making a bit of noise. Staying frozen in my spot, I watch him stir on the bed, and sigh again. Why is he sighing so much?
Not wanting to cause further movement, I head out of the room, only to hear him whisper, "Oh, fuck...". A deep blush crosses my features, which I know because my face is burning. Is he? Okay, I do not need to know that. I rush to the front door, and lock it behind me, before leaving. I sigh in relief, knowing I could have been caught easily. I go to the campus parking lot quickly, passing the students who have their classes early. I reach my car in less than 20 seconds, hands shaking as look for my keys. I feel like someone is watching me. I felt like that since I left Damien's dorm. I suspected but brushed it off. No one cares about me, I'm not that interesting to spy on.
Just as I put the key in the hole, someone hits her brightly manicured hand on my car. I shake visibly, but sigh and roll my eyes in relief that it wasn't Dami. Screw me. It was that popular girl, what's her name again? Oh, Sasha, the one and only. I ignore her, making her fume. She gets hold of my arm, digging her nails in, enough to draw blood. Oh no she didn't. I yank her hand away and pull her hair back, making her whimper. I really don't have time for this. I move closer, making her eyes widen.
"Listen, and listen closely, I don't know what the fuck goes on in your stupid brain, and I don't want to. I just want to warn you once and for all, leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to see you near me or Damien, you got that? Or I will tear you to pieces as I did to others." I say lowly, making her whimper and shake before me. She got on my nerves too much that I had to threaten her using my past. How silly of me. It did do the work though. I let go of her and yank my car door open, stepping in and slamming it shut. Before I'm out of the lot, I hear her last words, "You'll regret this!"
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