I'll wait

Chapter 10

Kenny attempted to wipe more dried blood from Damon's face. "I'm still worried," Kenny admitted and let his hand fall into his lap. Kenny looked down at his hands. "What do you think we can do about it Damon? What if that man comes back with his fists clenched again? What...What if you can't protect yourself one of these times?"

"Hey.." Damon said softly and sat down beside Kenny, "it's going to be alright. He wouldn't actually do something..I promise." Softly Damon took Kenny's hand into his own and squeezed it lightly. "He'll never hurt you..." he whispered.

Kenny sighed and leaned against Damon. His warmth fell off his body, letting Damon's absorb it and warm him up in the cold weather. "What are we gonna do?" Kenny whispered, almost talking to himself.

Damon sighed and looked out the window; he said nothing because he didn't even know what they were going to do. Should he tell Kenny about this feeling he had in his chest? No. No, he wouldn't...Not yet.

A ringtone filled Damon's ears from his pocket and urged him to answer the phone. Damon groaned and slid the black box out of his pocket and put it to his ear, "Damon speaking."

"Damon, it's me." It was Bobby...odd. "Your Uncle just called me, he sounded pissed. What'd you do, son?" Bobby's voice sounded worried. Had he really done something wrong with his uncle? Was he actually going to do something about it for once?

"I don't know," Damon said plainly, "I came home and he kind of just showed up. I tried to talk to him but he just kind of blew up and hit me."

"He struck you?" Bobby snapped and Damon heard him shuffle where he was sitting.

"Not hard, believe me, I've had worse." Damon forced a small chuckle, "don't worry about it Bobby, it was my own fault any of it happened anyways. I brought Kenny home."

"Kenny?" Bobby asked, his voice growing more quiet, "who's Kenny?"

"Just some boy..." Damon said trying to collect himself. He couldn't tell Bobby. He'd get fired. Or worse... "I got to go Bobby, I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, kid." Bobby said with a small sigh, "I'll see you at work tomorrow, 8 a.m. sharp, as always."

"Yes'um" Damon said before hanging up the phone and a sigh escaped his lips. That was close.

Kennys side rose and fell at a steady pace. Damon shook him slightly, "Kenny I think its time you started heading home, its 9." Kenny didn't respond. "Kenny," Damon shook him softly again. The only response Damon got was a small snore as Kenny curled closer against Damon. A small smile consumed Damons lips as he slowly wrapped Kenny in his arms and carried him to his bed room. He'd take him home in the morning.

Damon laid Kenny down on his bed and covered him up with his blue blanket. Kenny stirred slightly, but not enough to wake himself. With light green eyes, Damon stopped and stared for a minute. He admired the way Kennys side and how it steadily rose and fell with each inhale and exhale. Maybe, possibly, this feeling in his chest that was growing larger with every glance at Kenny wasn't going to go away. Maybe it was simply meant to be.

Damon sighed and walked back to the living room and turned on the television. He would sleep on the couch tonight so he might as well get comfortable. Slowly, Damon sank into the chair and shut his eyes.