The Bad Boy Has A Secret

Chapter 9- Inhuman

Y/N---

I shut my eyes and brace myself for the impact.

I'm sorry Mum.

But the impact never comes.

It's like time has been slowed down by some magic force. Damian rushes forth from behind and shoves me forward, all whilst somehow avoiding the car's force. We crash into the forest on the other side of the road. The car roars past, its driver honking like mad.

I was so close. I was so fucking close.

How the fuck am I not dead?

I wish this was some stupid nightmare.

My back against the leafy ground, I still can't stop trembling. I can't get up. It's like fear has chained me down.

I can barely hear anything over my heavy, quickened breath, yet I faintly make out quiet sobs from next to me. I look around. Damian clutches his face harshly, leaving it red with marks from where his fingers were. His knees and elbows are on the forest floor, half stained with dirt. Were his arms always super hairy-? Like- more than the average boy's?

He glances at me worriedly. I lift myself up, thoughts racing in my head. He turns away, face clouded by his ruffled hair.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm fuc- fucking sorry." he cries, choking inbetween words. "I almost got you killed. I regret blackmailing you. I should've left you alone. You could've died because- because of me."

I don't know what to say. At all. I can tell his apology is sincere. He did save my life- I don't know how- but it is practically his fault the situation happened in the first place. It's quite the experience to see a side to him I never thought existed. What do I say?

"I- first of all-" I begin, wiping my eyes once more and attempting to slow my heart rate, which is going at super speed. "Stop hurting yourself. Look at me. Y-"

Something on Damian's head steals my focus. I blink a few times. I must be having a concussion or something. It can't be- what I think they are.

He finally lets go of his face but still keeps his eyes on his knees. At this point, his cheeks are slightly bleeding from the fresh scratches.

I recollect myself. "F-first of all, fuck you, for this horrible experience." I punch him hard as I can in the shoulder.

"But thank you- I guess- for saving me. From a potential car crash." I half reluctantly wrap my arms around him. He buries his head beside mine, his palms keeping the blood and tears off my clothes. I don't let go until his sobs calm down a little. Then I feel the something amidst his hair.

"I know I might be seeing things- but are those- wolf ears?"

He moves off, eyes wide with panic. His hand travels up to his hair and clutch- indeed- two sleek black furred wolf ears, with red tufts ontop of each.

"Fuck." he whispers.

"..."

"..."

"Well this is a weird way to tell me you're a furry, Damian." after everything that I've just been through, I think I deserve a good laugh. Not that I bully furries though.

"What the hell?" he protests, offended. "I mean- fine. I am a- furry."

"Pfft!" I laugh.

"And do furries have ultra speed they go around saving girls with?"

"H-hah. You should see how I train my furry reflexes to get so sharp."

"..."

"..."

"Listen, we both know that was no ordinary speed you went at there. It was like you froze time! Be honest with me, Damian.

What are you?"