Eva

Chapter 23

As I walk across to enter Damien's room, I feel the muscles in my face curved upwards.

What the hell are you smiling for? My mind asks.

I contemplate to close the door all the way but I leave it a crack open, just in case.

I sigh and lift the covers off the bed and climb in. I lay flat on my back with my right arm under my head and the other laying by my side.

I let my mind wander and process what this hectic night consisted of.

How could I have the chillest evening with the weirdest girl I've met but have it all ruined by her fucking father?

I knew something was going to happen and not for a second, did I think about leaving her there.

I ponder what she relived to me about her life before and I'm intrigued to know more.

She has lived a life that I will never experience, her parents didn't want her and had no plans for her. I rub my hand against my chest as it cracks of the sadness and guilt I feel for her.

My parents wanted me and they just want me to be successful, even if my happiness is not considered.

Would running dad's company be so bad?

Yes, it would be.

Damn, am I so spoiled that I don't even realized others have it worse than I do?

But I'm not a fucking command dog, I've done all the dirty work and I don't want to anymore.

I lay here awake, continuing to think about the girl 10 feet from me that's in my bed.

I wonder how the moon and stars look tonight and how it would be reflecting on her delight skin right now.

I hear the muffles of the television and it annoys me. Unused electricity should be turned off.

Oh my God, Alex. Shut the hell up. She had a rough night.

Maybe she's still up and watching it.

Before my eyes can't take the heaviness anymore, I want to dream about the only girl that I've ever lent my clothes to. I envision her curious brown eyes studying me and her soft lips coming together that I want around me.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I close my eyes and sigh. I think about the way her hair doesn't fall to her waist anymore and how sad she looked. But it was something that held her back, I could tell.

That cut was liberating for her, I know it.

Maybe she'll encourage me, maybe she'll be my liberation.

My clothes were obviously too big for her but the way she looked like home in them stopped me from taking them back.

All I want... is to see her in them. It's all the things I've always craved for in a home.

Warmth.

Gentleness.

Affection.

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My body jolts before I could catch myself from falling and my eyes open in a hurry. I whip myself up in a sitting position and rub my head from the fogginess. I groan when my ears register that there's a laboring whimper across from the hall.

Eva.

I sprint from the bed to my room, I open the door in a rush and my mind scrambles to figure out what's happening in front of me. The television is still running and I turn it off to calm my mind.