I'll wait

Chapter 9

The road turned and twisted on the way to Damon's home. Snow fell on the ground and gathered upon the streets. It was night now, the sun had set on the earth but the snow still glistened in the street lamps. The only sound that filled their ears was the sound of wind whistling harshly outside.

Damon pulled into his driveway and parked the car. "I hope you don't mind, I have to feed my neighbors dog fast. He's out of town this month."

"No worries" Kenny smiled, "I'll wait."

"You like saying that don't you?" Damon said and opened the squeeky door.

"I like saying it, yes." Kenny opened his own door, "it lets the person know I'm not going anywhere."

"Huh.." Damon said and got out of the car, "I'll remember that."

Kenny raced to the door with Damon close behind. "I'll be right back," Damon said and kissed Kennys cheek lightly.

"Okay" Kenny said with a blush growing on his face as he watched Damon unlocked the door. "Don't take too long."

"I'll see you later," Damon said before racing off to his neighbors.

Kenny stepped into the home and shut the door behind him. He walked into the room hearing the floors under his feet. In the far left corner was some stairs across from the kitchen. It was almost strange how fast everything was moving. Was it too fast?

Kenny made his way to the living room and sat on the couch. The wind howled against the house and slammed a tree branch against the house. Kenny jumped and pressed himself against the couch. He was to old to be afraid of the wind. Kenny wrapped himself tighter in Damon's jacket and shut his eyes. It was only the wind.

A holler came from outside that made Kenny's eyes fly open. "Damon?" He called and jumped to his feet. Kenny ran to the door and pulled it open. "Damon!" He called again when he saw the sight.

Damon felt blood run down his lip from the punch across his face. His eyes were searching around him for something he could use to protect himself.

"What the fuck is your problem!" The man growled and pulled back for another swing. "You know you ain't no fag."

Damon caught the punch and held it in the air, "you know nothing of me, Uncle. Take your drunkenness of my property."

"You always thought if you talked that fancy talk no one would ever get on to 'ya." The man spat on the ground and ripped his hand away. The man turned his back and began walking, "I'll get him. And when I do, Im'ma kill him."

Damon watched him walk away before he turned and walked to his house. Kenny grabbed a wash rag to wipe away the blood but, Damon refused.

"Who was that?" Kenny asked trying to wipe away the blood again.

"No one important," Damon said plainly and tried to swat away Kennys hand, "would you stop it with that thing?"

Kenny sighed and put the wash rag in his lap, "but he said he was going to kill you...."

"I know.." Damon wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb, "but it isn't the first time."

Kenny sighed and folded his hands together "I just hope he doesn't follow through."

"Me too, Kenny." Damon sighed, "me too..."