I'll wait

Chapter 11

Damon was awoken by a sound coming from the bedroom; it sounded like a whine of someone in disdain. Slowly, Damon's eyes opened and he made his way to the bedroom. There, Kenny lay tossing and turning and whimpering. His arms twitched and his face flinched; it was like he was starting to panic about something.

"Kenny?" Damon said quickly and made his way over to the bed and kneel down beside it, "Kenny? Wake up." Damon shook Kenny softly, "wake up."

Kenny jolted awake, his fist clenched, his eyes frantic, and his forehead glistened in sweat. His hands shook when he finally loosened them and looked over at Damon. "I'm sorry," he whispered sitting up, "I shouldn't have fallen asleep... Did I wake you?"

"No," Damon lied and smiled, "I was already awake, you just worried me, that's all." Damon cupped Kenny's face in his hand and his smile softened, "you should probably go back to sleep."

"You're right.." Kenny chuckled and pressed against Damon's hand with his warm face, "thank you for worrying about me."

"Always," Damon smiled and let his hand fall from Kenny's face, "go back to sleep. I'll take you home in the morning." Slowly, Damon stood and walked towards the door, "see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning." Kenny said sleepily and wrapped himself in the blanket.

Damon turned off the television that still played reruns of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit before he sat down once more on the old couch. The house was silent. Kenny lay in the bedroom, but made no noise. The television didn't make a sound as the black screen darkened the room. No animal sounded from the woods. It was completely silent. Slowly, enjoying the quiet, Damon leaned back and shut his eyes. He slowly drifted off into sleep.

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Barely twenty minutes after Damon had drifted back into dream world, he was awoken once again by Kenny's voice. Half-asleep, Damon stood and made his way to the bed room. On the bed lay Kenny, he had grown silent with his sleeping cries. Slowly and quietly, Damon walked over and looked down at Kenny. His face was contorted and his body tense; his breath was shallow and sharp. "Kenny?" Damon said quietly and reached down, grabbing Kenny's hand, "you okay?"

Kenny twitched in response, pulling Damon closer. For a moment it was quiet once more. Then Kenny flinched, jerking Damon's hand with him in the panic. Now beside Kenny on the side of the bed, Damon wrapped his arms around the other male in instinct.

"N-No," Kenny whispered, tears starting down his cheeks,"I'm sorry, father..."

Damon paused as Kenny's tears began to fall more frequently. Father? Damon echoed in his mind, as he pulled Kenny against his chest. "Shh" Damon said softly and rested his head on Kenny's, "I got you."

Kenny stirred but didn't wake, allowing Damon to be alone with his thoughts. The phrase "I'm sorry father" reverberated through his mind and ate away at his conscious. What would even cause the son of a preacher to have such a dream? Was there something going on? Maybe he was overreacting about it?

After all one bad dream didn't mean anything serious.

Right?