Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 14 - Nini

Nowadays...

When Damon Torrance asks me to wait in his car so he could drop me off at home, my gaze goes straight to Ivarsen who doesn't seem to understand my apprehension. Of course he wouldn't understand, but even though I'm concerned, I get down from where I was sitting on his porch and walk to his car, getting in and waiting for him.

After his children enter the house and he empties the trunk, he gets in the car again, but for a while, he says nothing.

The silence is agonizing, so I push a button to get my window glass to open, feeling the wind on my face, closing my eyes and trying to calm down.

"You really look just like your aunt, you know that?" - I hear Damon's voice, but I refuse to open my eyes. – "The same hair color, the same eyes, the same way you react when you're scared..., but I bet you don't carry the same bruises all over your body, like she did when she was your age."

I open my eyes and they go towards my wrists immediately. There's nothing there. Not now, at least.

"I bet that even though you don't trust us, you don't go home scared and wondering what could possibly go wrong, in what way or for what reason this time shit will hit the fan and you'll have your body violated, and the next day, you'll have to be on your feet, trying your best to pretend everything is fine, because there's no other way. Shit happen and this is your life. That's your routine."

I swallow, but I am unable to say anything, keeping my head down.

"Emmy and I had that in common," Damon continues. – "And the person who should have protected us was the one who fucked with our heads, to the point where we thought we'd never be happy. But we are. We're a family now and I'm not going to let anyone threaten our peace."

When I lift my face, I realize we're not making our way to Will's house, but I refuse to ask where we're going until he parks, and I see we're in the cemetery. Damon opens his window, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

"You're just a little girl now, but you need to decide if you're going to join us or become a problem. Your aunt and Will took you in, even though I made it clear that it wouldn't be a good idea, and now you're in their house, having contact with their children and ours too," he considers, taking a drag. – "But don't think I'm not keeping an eye on you, after all, you're nobody to judge us. Not after you killed someone and brought the town's theater down with that fire. Or that I forgot you were raised with that son of a bitch Evans Crist. That man is only alive because of his son but make no mistake."

He pauses and points to the cemetery.

"That is the fate of anyone who crosses our path."

I bite my lower lip hard, at the same time digging my nails into my palms to control myself. I don't want to cry and I don't want to say anything, I just want to get out of there. Damon Torrance thinks he knows me and that I might be on Evans' side, and everything he told me is making a tornado in my head as I try to make sense of what happened in the past.

I let out the breath I was holding through my nose and Damon starts the car, returning, this time taking the road to Will's house.

"But believe me when I tell you that we did you a kindness for not being raised by your father and that you are much better off without him. Only God knows for how long ago you wouldn't have become his new punching bag if he were still alive," he mutters as he parks, but as I take off my seatbelt and move to jump out of the car, he locks the doors to ask me. – "Don't forget, I'll be watching you, understood?"

He doesn't unlock the doors until I face him and in the dark of the car, it looks painfully like Ivarsen. I taste blood on my lips from the force I'm making and give a nod, so he'll let me go.