Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 15

It was a bit quiet-

Present time:

"Hey hey hey, you been talking for a while it's my turn. I want to tell some of it too"

I laughed and nodded at Damien "Go ahead then"

"Well, going back to your great escape. As you were busy climbing out the window, I was actually downstairs..."

Continuing:

Damien's POV

I grabbed my tool box and picked up my sharpened knife, rubbing at it with a cloth to get rid of dried up blood.

Lately, I haven't been myself. I've found my mind wandering around one to many times and every time Nova Brielle is in the room, I can't focus on anything but her.

It was irritating, I didn't know how to handle the situation. It was a new experience and I had no idea on what to do. This annoyed me even more because I was always in control of my actions and how I reacted to things.

She haunted my thoughts everyday. Earlier when she was blubbering about the people whom I easily killed, it made me so upset.

I barely get upset, but there I was... doing everything possible not to burst into tears, so I had to come down to the basement. The basement is where Andrew, Kyle, and I do most of our killing. I had to rush down here to remind myself that I am a monster and deserve nothing. To remind myself that monsters like me don't have feelings and don't deserve to love.

I huffed, being consumed in my thoughts and rubbed vigorously at the knife, the blood of my previous victim now a part of the knife itself.

"Rub any harder, their souls are going to come out"

I turned around to see Kyle.

"Like a genie bottle?" I chuckled.

He nodded and took the knife from my hand, tossing it in the sink. "Nova is up in my room, sleeping"

I raised a eyebrow "Brielle?"

"No" He replied sarcastically "Who else?"

"I thought she hated you"

"Yeah, but I mean she had no-one to go to I guess. Andrew has been gone a while and you kinda killed her best friend. I felt bad for her so I just let her sleep"

"Kyle Evans, feeling bad for someone?" I laughed, ignoring the part where he reminded me of my biggest mistake in my entire life.

He rolled his eyes "She was almost not breathing out of crying so hard" Kyle picked up my tools "I'm human, Damien, I have feelings, me not showing them is another thing but they're there"

I picked up the knife again. He snatched it from my hand once again and threw it back in the sink. "I was cleaning that" I told him.

"At least I don't deny that I feel things, like some people" He continued.

"I don't deny. I tell the truth. I swear, I don't feel anything! You saw me out there, I was like a fucking crazy man"

Actually, I was confused. I wasn't sure if I did have feelings or not. I convinced myself I don't so that means they're not really there anymore, right?

I'm making 0 sense.

"You are a crazy, Damien. However, you do have feelings. It's no secret. If you didn't you wouldn't be here hiding your tears from a certain someone" he wiggled his eyebrows and pouted, supposedly mimicking me "I'm Damien and I'm in love with Nova but I use my cocky personality to hide it"

"I'm not in love with that cry baby" I shoved him, playfully.

"You're a cry baby too, you know what they say. A match made in heaven" He winked and walked upstairs.

"I'm not crying though!"

"Wah wah wah" He screamed from upstairs, imitating a crying baby, causing me to chuckle again.

I picked up my knife from the sink, putting it back in with the others.

What Kyle said might've been true but all I know is that for now, I need to get back to my careless self and treat Nova like everybody else is treated. No special treatment.

"Damien!" A panicked voice screamed from upstairs.

Confused, because Kyle was just down here, I looked up "Yeah?!"

I opened the closet door to put my tool box away "Nova is gone!"

And by those three words, my whole world felt like it was crumbling down.