The life of two

Part 67

"You never showed up! I had to watch the whole movie by myself. That's a shitty thing to do!"

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep."

"Oh you fell asleep. You must had been tired, poor little Mia."

After a while I realize that he's drunk.

"Damon, we'll talk tomorrow when you're sober."

He grabs me by my wrist.

"No, let's talk now. Are you sleeping with Noah. Huh, is that it?!"

Before I can defend myself he interrupts me.

"Are you fucking him?"

"No, I'm not!" I wriggled out of his grip.

"Oh, I have very hard to believe that you fell asleep!"

I try to open the door but Damon stops me and grabs my wrist again.

"Let go!"

"You aren't going anywhere! We are going to talk about this!"

"You're not sober right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

I try to open the door again but Damon drags my wrist against the wall so that I can't move it at all.

"Damon, you're hurting me. Let go!"

He doesn't say anything but tighten the grip making it more painful.

I scream.

"Let go..." I start tearing up.

Our hotel door opens and Noah comes out, furious.

He pushes Damon away from me and brings his arm to Damon's throat.

"Don't ever hurt her again. Do you hear me?"

"Noah, stop. I'm okay."

He ignores me.

"I-wont." Damon answers.

Noah releases Damon and he starts coughing.

"Come on, Mia."

He grabs my hand and pulls me in to the room and slams the door.

He sits me down on my bed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'm fine."

He looks at my wrist.

"That doesn't look fine."

My wrist is all bruised.

"It'll heal."

He goes to the bathroom and brings back a bandaid pack.

"So it doesn't notice."

He smiles.

"Thank you."

"It's just bandaids."

"I meant, how you defended me."

"Oh, it's fine."