the daughter - damon

nightmare

The author dropped the knife, frightened. He unwillingly slowly turned round. He recognised that silhouette. The person walked closer to him, came too close. David picked his knife again, ready to defend himself.
'I will kill this bastard', maybe he really meant it.

"David, stop."
"No."
"David, stop."
"I won't."
"David, stop."
"Shut up."

The author dangerously approached him.
"Dad ?!"

David opened the eyes. Eric was leaning over his bed, shaking him.
"Dad, are you okay ?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah... What's happened ?"
"I had a nightmare about my father, but then, I came here - you said I could -, and you were here, literally fighting with your blanket... You were all sweaty and you seemed scared. Are you sure you're okay ?"
"Yes, I just-... I had a nightmare, too. About your father, too. Go in your bed, give me five seconds to come back to Earth. I'm coming."
"Good."

Thank you Eric.

David would be forever grateful to this little boy. Otherwise he would have definitely killed Cowell. 

When he was in the kid's bedroom, he sat on the side of the bed, tucked him in again, and asked :
"What's happened in your nightmare ?"
"Someone killed him, and then I had to live with my mother. That's the worst thing."
"I can understand. But just know that you're safe here with me."
"I do feel safe round you, Dad."
"Thank you so much..."
"What happened in yours ?"
"I was killing your father."

Oops. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.
"But I promise, in real life, even if we have some problems together, I wouldn't ever kill him. You would feel bad afterwards, and I want you to be happy all the time."
"I'm relieved to hear that. What's happened with him ?"
"He slapped me the other day."

Oops. Maybe confessing his couple problems to a ten-year-old boy wouldn't be the best solution.
"Are you sure, Dad ?"
"Yes, you know-... When Hope died, he became very sad, and we don't express our sadness the same. He would punch or kick walls, and that was the first time he has been violent towards a human being. That's all for tonight, you should get some rest now. I'm sorry for bothering you with my adult's stuff. Thank you so much, Eric. I love you."
"I love you, too, Dad."
"Sleep well."

David went back to his room, ventilated it for some minutes, looked outside the window, resting his elbows on the sill. Alfie jumped on his bed, and he talked to the dog :
"Did Simon really bring you here ? ... He wouldn't dare. ... You are a good excuse, do you know that ?"

David attached a leash to his collar, and went out to walk him. As soon as he stepped in the cold night, he felt a presence. Something wicked. It was following him. Like a sword of Damocles. Always here.

He safely made his way to his home, securely reached his bedroom, and locked up in it. He switched his phone on, and, what a surprise he had !

From : my simon 🕺
10:41pm : Missed Call

From : my simon 🕺
11:25pm : Missed Call

From : my simon 🕺
11:59pm : Missed Call

From : my simon 🕺
12:36am : Missed Call

Damn. He held his finger, right above the dark grey button 'call', with the blue phone in the middle. For the first time, he pressed the button. The 'beeps' were loud, oppressive. The wait was unbearable. Suddenly, the sound stopped, and a low suave voice answered :
"Hello ?"

Was there fear in this single word ?

That was everything David wanted to hear. His voice. He burst out crying, and loudly sobbed.
"Hello ?" the man repeated.

He didn't answer. Sat on his bed, the shock turned into a strong delight. He couldn't stop weeping ; sad and happy tears formed a eerie mix on both his cheeks.
"David..."

The author shivered. He never failed having that thrill running down his spine whenever his ex-boyfriend was pronouncing his name.
"David, are you okay ?" he asked in a whisper.

Was it genuine concern ? His question seemed to indicate he was indeed worrying about his ex-boyfriend. The way he had said his name. The way he had softly asked that.
"Yes...", he replied in a painful murmur.
"No, you're not."

He knew him too well.
"Si ?"
"Yes ?"
"I love you..."

The silence responded, before Cowell hung up.
"Fuck...", David angrily muttered, before sighing of exhaustion.

He had heard his voice. He had talked to him. The author ended up falling asleep, in that constant misery.

When he woke up, he immediately made himself and Eric a cinnamon tea, before noticing a message on his phone.

From : my simon 🕺     7:45am
Maybe it was a mistake to call last night. I hope you're okay now.

Very formal. Nothing more. Not an apology. Not a disregard either.

To : my simon 🕺 8:15am
they were tears of happiness. i was so happy to hear your voice. i missed it. i missed you.

From : my simon 🕺     8:16am
I missed you too.

Butterflies overpowered David's guts, and were tumbling out in his stomach, creating a strange feeling of curious hunger. Everything felt weird. He felt like trying something.

To : my simon 🕺 8:22am
could we meet someday ?

From : my simon 🕺     8:23am
I think it's too soon. Still thinking about the other day. Don't want to hurt you once more.

To : my simon 🕺 8:24am
it's okay, i understand

From : my simon 🕺 8:25am
Aren't you angry ? I'm happy you asked, but I thought you would never want to meet me again, and I would have understood.

To : my simon 🕺 8:24am
i know you didn't mean it, i know you didn't want to slap me. everyone says i should dump you, and i don't want to, because i know you need someone. i'm willing of being this someone. because i love you, si... i've never stopped loving you, and i can't stop. i can't help myself, it's almost unconscious. i'm so so sorry, and i perfectly know YOU should be sorry, YOU should apologise to me, but i'm sorry, si. for everything. i'm sincerely sorry. and i love you.

a/n : hey yall !!!!
thank you so so much for having read this chapter !!
have a fabulous morning/afternoon/evening/night
az :)