Chasing Fate

Chapter 4

'You just didn't want to be alone. Or maybe she was too good for your ego. Or, maybe she made you feel better about your miserable life, but you didn't love her. Because you don't destroy people you love.'

-Grey's Anatomy

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A/N: Can I just put out there how intense the PLL season 7 trailer is like I CAN'T WAIT!
#savehanna

Chapter 4 - Coffee Run

It was raining, pretty hard that you could hear the drops hitting on the window frame vigorously. Damon fell asleep eventually with his hands wrapped around my waist and me against his back, assuming he wouldn't let me go.

Didn't keep that promise of him sleeping on the couch then.

Throughout most of the night I kept my eyes open and refused to close them. I didn't want another nightmare, or was it even one. I didn't know if it was a dream or not. Was it a dream? If it was then who was he and who was she?

That was all that kept me up and I hadn't had the courage to tell Damon about it
at all. I was nervous and a tint afraid that he would get mad or even envy that another man was in my dreams, I mean insecure much - Uh, no...yes.

Last night he kept on saying how sorry he was for taking his anger out on me and as usual I always forgave him. That's how it always ended up when we fought, but for some reason I always asked myself I'd forgiving him for some things that were worth it because in the end it crosses my mind constantly.

"Are you going to Mr Roys opening tonight?" Damon yelled from the bathroom as his voice echoed to our bedroom. Ugh, no not another pointless party where I had to plaster a fake smile on my face as if I was interested in half the sh*it they were talking about.

"Urm, well do I need to be there Damon! I already went to Mr Banners New Years just last week!" I said back to him pressing on the fact that I didn't want to go. He came in with his shirt half up done and his tie hanging freely on the base of his neck with his eyes furrowed.

"Why not Vic? I thought you like all these parties because of you know the makeup and the dressing up?" He pestered as his shoulders slightly dropped in disappointment. I tutted rolling my eyes and turned my head to face my vanity to finish if my hair for work.

God, do all need to be stereotypical!

Once again I sighed dramatically getting up and walked towards my closet as two hands grabbed my waist as I spun around to Damon's face in contact with mine. "Your still mad at me?" He whispered stroking my right cheek gently.

I smiled and looked up at him and brushed away his damp brown locks from his forehead. "No I'm not mad stupid. I just don't want to go to these time consuming, useless, nerve racking, annoying, frustrating, annoying- I said annoying right-"

"Anymore words to add there," Damon smirked down at me and I scoffed hitting his shoulder playfully. "Please come with me Vic, I can't go without my girl beside me-"

"You mean beside you to show me off to the rest of the-"

"I would never do that Victoria," His voice all of a sudden shook in slight anger. "You are mine and only mine but I would never do that to you." And instantly a smile crossed upon my face in abundance as I enveloped my arms around his neck. "I know you wouldn't now, so when are you meeting up with this- what's his name again?"