Damon

Chapter 13

I am surrounded by red.

I don't recognize where I am. I'm in a huge room, laying on a king-sized bed. The whole room is covered in a red hue of light. Looking around, I notice that there is nothing else in here besides the bed. I pull off the covers to reveal that I am wearing a black lace bra that makes my boobs appear bigger than they are and matching underwear that is sexier than any type of underwear I have ever owned.

"I missed you." I jump at the sound of a male voice at the foot of my bed.

Damon.

"I'm sorry I scared you at our last meeting. I can get ahead of myself. I am aware of my obnoxious behavior and I promise that I would never force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." He walks closer.

I nod slightly, giving him the cue that he is forgiven.

"I've been watching you, you know. You've been very sad lately. Crying every day. I don't blame you but I will admit, you are very sexy when you cry." He continues with a smile on his face, eyes darting to my chest.

Furrowing my eyebrows I ask, "Where have you been?"

"You've been blocking me out." He responds. "I am the most alive when you think of me. You've had other things going on. I understand. I missed you though."

Hearing him say those words makes my heart flutter. I feel like a silly schoolgirl with a crush. He makes me feel wanted and sexy. He makes me feel so important to him. The curiosity about how I make him feel floods over me. "Do you have feelings for me?" I ask nervously.

"What do you think? I pop up in your sleep and flirt with you every time. Look down, I put lingerie on you because it excites me to see you like that. Whenever I am around you, my body gets excited. I have to fight off this raging urge to strip your clothes off every time I see you. I stalk everything you do, every second of the day. When we kiss, I want to freeze time and never leave that moment. I get so excited just to talk to you and these past few weeks of not having you around made me not want to exist. I need you." He tells me, slowly walking closer to me.

I want to giggle at how happy I feel right now. Nobody has ever felt this way about me. I need him just as much as he needs me. He is mine and I don't ever want to lose what we have. "I missed you too. I am beyond happy to see you again. I want to kiss you so bad, Damon." I express with fluttered eyes.

Damon hops onto the bed and puts his body over mine. Strong arms hold him up at the sides of my head and he leans in to press his lips against mine. My hands move to the back of his head and I thread my fingers through his hair. I almost feel sparks as our tongues push against each other. We both kiss as if we are starving in an animalistic nature. I am used to feeling like the prey when it comes to Damon. He is the lion and I am the poor gazelle. This time, I am the lion and I have never felt more powerful.

I open my legs to welcome his pelvis to press against me. Through his pants, I can feel the hardness pushing at my underwear. I want to have sex with him so bad. I want it more than anything but I'm scared. It is not the right time. "I can't do this with you Damon. Not yet. I'm sorry."

Damon looks at my face and I can feel a sense of comfort as he says, "That's okay. Just let me know when you're ready."

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All day I was thinking of him. I can't get him out of my head and I am not complaining. The way his lip feels on my skin makes my body shiver. His hands going any place that they want to on me makes me feel things that I shouldn't while at school. I almost moaned in English class just thinking about him.

Thankfully my last period of the day ended and I can go home and fantasize about him some more. After putting my textbook into my locker, I glace over to the spot in the hallway where I used to hang out with Jen and Jacob. To my lack of surprise, both of them are there. I laugh to myself as I notice that neither of them look happy. I walk passed them slowly to be able to hear what is going on.

"You're never interested in anything that is going on in my life! You look bored all the damn time that you're with me!" Jen screams at Jacob.

"Because you talk so fucking much! And most of the shit that comes out of your mouth is negative. You go from complaining about this to complaining about that. Nothing in your life is ever good enough for you! I'm tired of it!" Jacob confesses as a smile grows on my face.

"Oh my god, Jacob you're such an asshole. Maybe I wouldn't complain if I had a little bit of support from you but I don't get any. You are so emotionally unavailable and it is not fair to me."

"To you?! When have you ever cared about how I feel? You're a bitch to me most of the time, it's like I can't do anything right ever. I am trying my best but it doesn't help when you're constantly putting me down. It's like the world has to cater to Jen or else hell will rise from above."

Jen looks over and makes eye contact with me as I walk by. I notice how red her face is with anger and that one vein on her forehead that I'm familiar with that always pops out when she's like this. I make sure to share a joyful smile with her as she scowls at me. The smile is genuine as there is nothing more that makes me happier than knowing that I am in a better place than she is right now.

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Walking into the front door, I mentally roll my eyes at the sight of mom and Melina. I just want to be by myself but I know they will try to talk with me. I try to ignore them after saying hi but mom is making that impossible.

"Melina and I are about to set up board games if you want to play with us. We waited till you got home." Mom says with hope in her eyes. I know she wants me to play but I really don't want to. I don't want to be around anyone. I want nothing more than to be alone with my thoughts about Damon.

"No." Is all I say to her.

"No? You're always the one who wants to play." She says with a confused look on her face.

"Well, I don't now. Just drop it." I stated as I slowly try to make my way to the stairs.

"What is with the attitude?" Mom questions.

Now I actually roll my eyes. "There is no attitude. I don't want to play and we can leave it at that."

"Are you okay? Is something bothering you because I feel like this is something you should address to your therapist."

"Nothing is bothering me and no, there is nothing to address to my therapist because I don't think I need her anymore. I'm great and doing much better now so you can cancel it." I am now walking up the stairs refusing to say anything else to my mom.

I know I probably acted rudely but I don't care. I want to live in my own world where nobody is in it. Maybe Damon. My mom is too nosey about my life and I don't want to deal with it.

Thinking about the sexy guy himself, I decided to take out a blank paper and my sketching pencil. I first start off by stenciling the shape of his face and then his body. A smile appears on my face as I think about his dark soft hair. I lightly press force onto the paper to create the style of his hair. I move on to his face but my mind goes blank. It is hard to put an image of what his face looks like. Skipping that part, I move onto his fit body making sure to draw the bulge of his muscles.

I grin at my finished piece. It looks just like him. I decided then to write his name on top with a little heart. I quickly grab a couple of pieces of tape and tape my drawing onto the wall above my desk.

My grin disappears as I notice that I didn't spell his name correctly. Instead of "Damon", the word "Demon" is written on top.

Why did I do that?

My hand flies to reach for my eraser and I rapidly push it against the "e". The letter is faded but still noticeable. I put more force into the erasing but I almost rip the paper in the process. The "e" won't fully go away. I grab my pencil and write an "a" in its place. Although better, you can still notice a faint "e" where the "a" is.