DD's // TOSKA

- TWENTY-FIVE -

Abigail's steps were quick as he went through her colleague's offices, searching for a specific person. She was biting her bottom lip, her hands into fists. Her face was tomato red, rushing inside Mason's office without knocking. Mason jumped up with his palm on his chest, breathing deeply and fastly.

"What the hell, Abigail!?"

Abigail walked closer to him, raised her arm, and slapped him with strength. He almost lost his balance as he brought his hand on his cheek that had turned crimson red.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? WHY DID YOU SLAP ME!?"

"I told you NOT to say anything about the rape part to Felix, and you went ahead and opened your big arse mouth!"

"He had to know sooner or later! He's our boss; He has to know what terrible things Damon has done to you, love!"

"I wanted to say it, not you!"

"I am sorry! I just got so anxious with all this! I am so sorry, you're right, what I did was bad...."

Mason held both her hands and looked down with a slight frown. She sighed and glared away, mad with him. She gulped, and he kissed her cheek softly with a soft smile.

"I love you, Abigail."

She walked towards the door and opened it slightly. She took a breath and turned to Mason with a fake smile.

"I love you too, Damon...."

She was ready to step outside when her smile disappeared, and she felt the world darken around her. Her eyes widened as she turned her attention back to Mason, who was leaning against the office with crossed arms.

"I-I meant...."

"I know exactly what you meant, darling. We'll talk later."

And as Mason was left alone, thinking that Abigail tangled her tongue with the names, Abigail returned back to the surface for a walk. It was a chill day; she cursed under her breath for calling her boyfriend "Damon". She pushed her hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking down. Damon being around was a bad omen; Felix had messed up things. He had to leave them alone; she couldn't deal with him anymore.

Abigail knew the truth at the end of the day. She loved Damon, but she threw her feelings at the fire and destroyed them because she couldn't be with him. If she stayed with him, she had to stop every contact with Mason and Felix. Mason was a lovely guy, and she couldn't easily resist his politeness. Damon was a different kind of breed, but to her, he was everything her heart craved. But, as Felix always said, "The good guys always win at the end."

Abigail's arm was grabbed by a stranger as he pushed her into an alley. She left a yell, her system ready to fight back the moment the stranger pressed her against the brick wall. Her glare softened, though, as her eyes faced a smiling Damon.

"Damon...."

"Hello, sweetheart."

Her breath disappeared, and she shoved him to the other wall with a chuckle. Damon had forgotten how strong she was. He smiled and laughed and put his palms on her cheeks, his thumbs under her cheekbones, caressing them gently. Abigail couldn't take her eyes off him; she was frozen in place with his head between her hands against the light-coloured brick wall.

"Why are you spying on Mason and me?"

"How did you disappear in the metro?"

They both gulped at the same time; Abigail pulled away and crossed her arms under her chest, looking down. Damon fixed his tie and hid his hands in the pockets of his pants. She started walking away with a sigh as Damon was following her with steady steps, yelling.