Mija Priestess

Part 47

Wednesday night was spent tossing and turning on both sides of the bed. I finally nodded off only to be awoken by the birds at 5am. I turned over to say good morning to Damian only to be greeted by an empty bed. I had felt him turning over as much in the night as I was. I got up and found my robe which I hastily chucked on and tied around my waist before going in search of Damian.

I searched both the guest bedrooms, the office, the kitchen, dining room and living room. They were all empty as well as the bathrooms. There was only one room left. The home gym. Our home gym was situated in the garage and I paused at the door before entering. As I stood there debating whether or not to enter I heard the tell-tale grunting and shouting in Spanish.

"Nunca más." Then a few punches. "Te protegeré para siempre." Then a few more punches. "Te protegere con mi vida." More punches and then he would say those 3 phrases again. I didn't know as much Spanish as I would like but I knew enough to know what he was saying in his mother tongue but what was he saying never again too and who was he vowing to protect forever and with his life. Was he making vows to me not knowing I was stood here?

I knocked loudly and waited, not knowing whether or not Damian would call me in or carry on punching his bag. Instead a few seconds later a very sweaty and harassed looking Damian answered the door to me. "Mija? I didn't wake you did I?" I glanced down and saw that Damian had strapped his hands with tape as opposed to wearing gloves meaning that his knuckles were slightly bruised from all the impacts. Sweat running down his face and naked chest showing he had been in there a while.

"No, you didn't. I didn't sleep well and when I turned over to cuddle in you weren't there. How long have you been in here?" I could feel the concern for him burning through my own tears as they welled in my eyes looking at him and how tired he looked.

"Uumm, I think I came in about 3ish. Not sure what the time is though now so can't honestly say."

"Mi Cielo, it's gone 5. Have you really spent the last 2 hours punching away at that darn bag?" I heard my own voice breaking as I questioned him, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah. I needed to clear my mind and focus mi furia." Damian looked down at his knuckles and his own feet before retreating back into the gym where he slammed backwards against the wall next to the door and slid down onto the floor. His angry sobs now filling the silence of the gym. I made my way to sit next to him.

I placed myself on the floor next to him and placed my head on his shoulder as he continued with the angry sobs into his hands. "Papi, please talk to me. What have I done? What can I do?"

"You haven't done anything Mija. Yet again it is me feeling as though I have failed you. First David gets to you and puts his hands on you at work and now that scumbag ex of yours who endangered you by selling you to your Stepdad finds out where we live. It isn't about what you can do it is about what I need to do to stop those people getting to you. Why can't I protect you?"

"You do protect me but you can't be with me every minute of every day. David was a mistake but we know he isn't allowed out of the UK so he can't touch me. As for Dylan, I feel as though I could protect myself if I needed too with him. Why don't you teach me? You are a mixed martial artist Papi. Teach me to protect myself for when you can't."

The audible sobs had slowly stopped and Damian looked up at me before nodding. "I know we aren't due in work until Monday but it isn't too far from my old stomping grounds. Fancy going to New York a few days early and I will introduce you to some friends of mine who can help."

"I think that sounds like a great idea. I will go and sort some earlier flights booked and get some breakfast made. You do me a favour and go and grab a shower and pack for New York. I will let Betty know as soon as we know when our flight is. Don't want to disturb her earlier than necessary."

DAMIAN'S POV

As we sat there on the gym floor, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly I had done in a previous life to deserve this woman next to me, comforting me. Everything she had been through and was still going through and yet here she was comforting and reassuring me. As much as I didn't want too run, leaving for New York early was a brilliant idea and I would be able to introduce Soph to some really important people.

We got up off of the floor and I made my way to the shower as Soph got busy with the phone arranging flights and a hotel for us. I started the shower and leant over the basin removing the tape strapping around my hands, not realising how bruised up I had caused my knuckles to be. Thankfully I was a quick healer and had a few days before Raw and NXT.

I stripped off and jumped in the shower. As I stood in the shower, head bowed forward allowing the water to cascade over me I began to feel overwhelmed again. I slammed my fists against the cold tiled wall as the angry sobs consumed me yet again. I was going to protect Sophie at all costs and as soon as we get to New York I will be putting the wheels in motion.