𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑙𝑦

09

Same day as last chapter starting in the morning

•Celesto's POV•

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          I wake to see Damien sound asleep. It's best to...let him rest. He looks so cute; like a baby. A yawn escapes my lips. I don't know why I'm so knackered this morning. Oh, that's why. Last night was truly memorable. I sigh and inhale Damien's coconut scent. Maybe I could sleep...just a little- another yawn. Longer. The world fades back into my land of dreams. I wonder what crazy shit will occur this time.

          Yelling comes from the kitchen. My eyes slowly blink open. The blinding light of the sun burns my eyes. Why can't it just be gloomy everyday. I squeeze harder on what's supposed to be Damien. But it's...fluffy? I look down to see Cheez it smiling at me. " Good morning Cheez it. Did Damien replace himself with you?" I ask him. He meows in response. " I'm glad." I reply cuddling further into him. Oh wait, maybe I should see what all the noise is about.

         I sit up and rub my eyes. The weight of Cheez it remains situated on my lap. I like how he warms me up. Damien walks into the room with a worried face. " That was nothing angel, you can go back to bed." Damien assures me. I nod my head and lay back down. Cheez it crawls up to my chest and hugs me. However, I can't sleep. Ugh.

        I hear another voice come from outside the door. It sounds similar to Damien's; for some reason it sounds older and more gravely. Is it his dad? Fuck, stop thinking. I wanna hear what they say. I hear chopped up parts of Damien's speech. " How the fuck- My brother is." Is all I can make out. The other voice speaks again. " I just wanna- " angel" of yours." I says. Are they talking about me?

          I sound dumb; of course they're fucking talking about me. If it is his father, I'm sure they're just making conversation. If I heard properly, they were just talking about Damien's brother I've never heard about. I just decide to go back to bed. Can't be too important, can it? Wait actually, can it? Maybe I should get up. But, Damien said I should just stay in bed. Fine, I'll stay. I'll stay. I lay down in bed and shut my eyes as hard as I can.

          I sniff the air and grin widely. Is Damien cooking? I sit up and place Cheez it in my arms. I silently creep over to the kitchen until I see someone unfamiliar. It's a man. He looks old. Could that be who he was talking to. Maybe his father? I decide to hide behind the wall. I know, I'm being nosy. But I'm curious. And to be quite frank, I'm not very good with new people.

          " But I thought you took Celesto back. You claimed the guilt was an unbearable burden and it was for the best. And now you're sweet talking him. Does he even remember?" The older male speaks. Definitely the one from earlier. What does he mean took me back. Guilt? Do I even remember? I have a pretty good memory and I have no idea what this man is talking about. 

          " No, he doesn't. And I'd like to keep it that way if you don't mind." Damien speaks. He's keeping secrets from me. I mean, he doesn't have to tell me everything, but if it's regarding me I'd like to know. What if I'm right. What if he doesn't love me and this just proves it. Maybe I should just go back to the room.

           I lightly jog back down the hallway and slam the door. It can't be a big deal- it can't be. I'm fine. It's nothing to worry about. Damien loves me, he said it himself. He does love me, right. What if he just made some sick deal; what if he bought me for entertainment and finds joy in tricking me into thinking he loves me. All the thoughts spiral through my head. The hot liquid hits my cheeks. Here come the waterworks.

           This feels worse than it usually does. I can't breath, everything is blurry, and there's a painful shrieking in my head. It feels like there's a needle piercing through every inch of my body. It feels as if someone's drilling a deep hole through my brain tissue. It feels like something is trying to rip my heart out my chest and squeezing it in the process. Don't pass out. Don't- I passed out, didn't I? All the pain goes away and everything feels oddly peaceful.

          All I hear is Sway it, Hula girl. My favorite song. Celeste used to sing it during our chess matches. It was an escape for me. I flow away in all the lyrics. I feel as if I'm floating, not drowning. Flowing in the wave of lyrics.  

          I hear yelling. Damien yelling? The older male yells back at him. " Go get my nurse! Quick!" Damien yells. Nurse? But I just passed out. Nothing too serious. The music fades away. I feel his arms wrapped around me. All his words feel as if they're being drowned out by the ocean. I want to wake up. Is he worried. I don't want to make him worried.

         Why can't I wake up. I want him to know I'm fine. I try my hardest. I can't breath again. For real this time. My breathing just stopped. It feels as if a hand reached through the darkness to drag me out. I gasp and sit up. I look around to see a few familiar faces and many unfamiliar. There must be like 30 different people in this room. Alrighty, down I go again.

         " You imbeciles! You scared him! Get out!" Damien yells at the people. " It's best you leave too Damien. Your mother will stay. She knows him well." Damien's father says. I hear Damien huff and the room clears out. I wake once more, this time met by only Celeste. " Oh dear, you scared us all!" She yells giving me a big hug. She sobs into my shoulder and I hug her back. " I'm sorry." I say to her. " It's fine dear. I'm glad you're okay." 

          " What happened. I just passed out. It's quite common for me." I ask Celeste. " There were bleeding nail marks on your arms. You were losing an unhealthy amount of blood. And then you stopped breathing. Our nurse had to give you cpr. Damien didn't like that very much." Celeste says. I remember what happened when she speaks his name. His conversation with his father. 

           " Damien always skips details, I'll explain everything to you." Celeste whispers into my ear. I giggle and nod. She drags me along out the bed gently and leads me to her quarters using a different path. " That boy is so nosy, we'll have some privacy here." She tells me. I nod and sit down on the couch with her.

            " Celesto dear, you remember playing chess with me when you were 15, right?" Celeste asks. I nod with a confused look on my face. " We played chess because you knew Damien back then. He owned you back then. Dear, he was a different person. He loved you dearly but had a very unhealthy way of expressing it. He abused you." Celeste explains to me. My eyes go wide. " But why don't I remember?" I ask Celeste.

            " We were playing chess when the park caught on fire. You did everything to get me out. As we were getting away, you saved me from getting hit by a car. It caused memory loss for you." My eyes get even wider. " Damien sold you after that. He realized what he had done was wrong and the guilt was weighing him down." Celeste finishes explaining.

            I just sit there for a second. " He won't hurt me again, right?" I ask. Celeste shakes her head no. " Of course not dear, he loves you deeply." Celeste assures me. I nod and give Celeste a hug. " Getting hit by a car was worth it." I joke. " Celesto dear, that's not a funny joke." She tells me. I giggle and hug her tighter.

             " How about you go work things out with your man?" 

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