Love Me In The Dark (A Damon Story)

Chapter 7

David's POV

Carrie Davis, a world class model. Born and raised in New York. I met her on one of my trips to America. Matt and I decided to go see a Victoria's Secret fashion show, at my request of course, and as soon as I saw the beautiful blonde, light-eyed girl strutting her perfect body down the runway while her face lit up with a beautiful smile, I fell in love.  As soon as the fashion show was over, I headed backstage and started looking for her. Little Britain has already made me a well-known celebrity even in the United States so it wasn't hard to sneak into the backstage section and have a girl tell me who the model was that had captivated me. As soon as I saw her come out, now in casual clothes and carrying a huge handbag, I knew she could change my life forever. Our first date was a normal, romantic dinner at a nice New York restaurant, it was pretty low-key and for the next few months our relationship was a secret from the media. I got Carrie to move to London with a job offer she couldn't refuse. She undoubtedly became the love of my life. I never experienced blind love until I was with her.

"Will you marry me, Carrie Davis," I suddenly proposed to her one day as we lounged on the couch in her flat.

"I think you've had too much to drink, Dave," was her reply.

I hadn't had a drop of alcohol that night. When I was with her, alcohol was kept away completely as I had discovered that Carrie had a drinking problem and it wouldn't be with me that she would make it worse. She just laughed and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Do you love me, Carrie?," I asked after a while. She was so hard to read at times that it made me hesitate.

"Like the moon to the stars," was always her answer and then she would just leave a sweet kiss on my lips.

Carrie Davis was two versions of the same person. The good version was sweet and charming, sometimes corny but quite tender, she was the charitable, funny and noble woman, she was what I called perfection, an angel. The drunk version was the complete opposite, she was dramatic and loved arguments in which she would spout sharp insults, she knew what could hurt me and used it to attack me. Carrie Davis, a face of an angel, a body of a goddess and a bipolar heart, a broken soul. Maybe it was what I deserved.

"Carrie," I whisper as I see her standing in front of me. Six months, six months since she broke me into a thousand pieces and walked away with the cruelest of smiles.

"Will you invite me in, Dave?" she asks. And that's when I notice, she's been drinking, that's why she had the courage to come to my house on New Year's Day.

"David," I hear and feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see Simon beside me. Simon, my anchor back to reality.

Carrie shrugs and manages to get into the house. I know what's coming and I'm still in shock. I haven't seen her since that party. Why the fuck is she here?

"Go away, Carrie!" I hear Matt blurt out with noticeable anger. If anyone knows what her being here means, it's him.

I take a deep breath to get out of my shocked state and walk over to Carrie, grab her hand and make her look at me.

"You don't have to ruin my family's evening to upset me Carrie, please leave," I manage to say trying not to show any emotion in front of her.

"Don't you miss me, Dave?," she mumbles in her typical tender voice, the one that six fucking months ago would have made my heart melt and my will fall at her feet.

"No," I reply without the slightest hesitation. "Missing you would be like wanting to drink a whole bottle of poison, Carrie Davis," I mumble through my teeth.

"Said the one who actually tried to drink one to take his own life after I left," she scoffs. "You're pathetic and you hide it from everyone," she sneers.