DD's // TOSKA

- EIGHT -

Damon opened the door slowly with a smile, leaving the server on the bedside table. Abigail was still asleep, even if it was almost one pm. He pushed the curtains aside, letting more light get in the room as she flinched. She opened her eyes, turning around to see Damon, a tiny grin playing on her lips. Damon sat beside her on the bed, holding the server with a smirk. "Morning," he mumbled when she sat up, leaning on his shoulder. "Morning, darling," she held his cheek with her soft fingers kissing him on the lips. Damon didn't close his eyes as billions of thoughts started rushing through his mind. It was the first time she kissed him. She never kissed him first before, even on the cheek.

"I know it's almost one pm, but I wanted to bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you so much, love."

Damon almost choked hearing the word "love". Suddenly, Abigail was extra flirty and happy with being here. He chuckled softly, Abigail grabbing the cup of dark coffee and had some. Damon pushed his fingers lazily through her hair playing around. She smiled, eating when she held Damon's free hand.

"You are trembling. Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"You did cocaine, didn't you?"

He gulped terrified, she seemed angry with him. Damon felt like a kid telling their mother he broke a vase or something important, and the mother is ready to shout and cause a fight. Abigail sighed, somewhat disappointed and hugged him tightly, resting her head on his shoulder. Damon felt heartless and cold, feeling her body against his. It's been a while since he received a hug, and he didn't know what to do or how to respond to one. His hands moved behind her back, holding her like she was gold. Tears were leaving his eyes at a slow pace as he was wiping them away, trying to hide the fact that he was that sensitive.

"Damon, you can cry. It's fine."

That sentence rang in his brain; it was like having his mother with him again. That moment he started crying non-stop, burying his face in her neck, sobbing with no end. Abigail moved her fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down. After some minutes, his mental breakdown ended, and his trembling was almost over.

"Please, promise me you won't do any drugs again."

"Even weed?"

"Damon."

"Okay, no drugs. I'll have some weed sometimes, though."

He mumbled, looking away as she grabbed his face turning it back to her. Damon got scared; would she kill him and hide his corpse? He needed to know the truth about Mason and her. Did she mean any harm to him? Was she here only for his head? If his sister was in danger because of him, he would die. He couldn't push her into trouble again and again because of his stupid egoistic ass.

She didn't get a gun or a knife and threatened his life. She didn't push him down and drugged him with some chloroform. She simply kissed him again. Damon couldn't believe his eyes. She was kissing him a second time. This time, Damon closed his eyes and held her close.

That second, he took a decision. He wouldn't taste drugs again. No cocaine, no LSD, nothing. He would be free and take control of his life and his actions. He would put an end to this childish behaviour and finally act grown up and mature. He wanted to show that he can handle this business, that he is better than his father. Tasting the drugs and turning everything into addiction wasn't making him better, though.

Damon opened the window and looked outside as Abigail was having her breakfast. The sun was shining, various birds making sounds and flying around. Even if it was raining previously, the day seemed warm and pleasant.