Damien's Help

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Neither of us spoke for minutes. He sat with his eyes open, as if he was focusing on something. Something out of my reach, so I decided to look around the room. There was a light blue on the walls, barely there. His furniture was mostly orange, he had a very decorated apartment, but there was one that stuck out to me. It was a picture above the electric fireplace with five men, Damien being the one on the far right, smiling with what I'm guessing are his brothers. They all had nearly the same face shape, but they had something different about each of them. I had never been this intrigued by a photo before.

" Who are the others in that picture?"

"Those are my brothers James, Erik, Sam, and Matthew." He said, barely letting me finish my question. I've never heard anyone answer a question that fast.

"Now, what was that door slamming about?" He said looking deep into my eyes. Bowing my head in shame to hide the tears running down my face, I answered.

"My boyfriend had just left angry from one of our fights." I was ashamed to admit this to him. Feeling like I am just dropping my problems on him just made me cry even harder. I couldn't do this to him, he didn't deserve it. I got up, not wanting to lose more of my dignity. Pushing my hair out of my face as I walked towards the door.

"Wait!" He said as he rushed in front of me, blocking my exit. " Did he do that to you?" He asked looking into my eyes. My eyes went wide as I lifted a hand up to my jaw, only to wince and bring it back down. I had more bruises than I had thought.

"He abuses you." Damien suddenly said, surprising me.

"H how did you know?" It was like he was taking a tour through my mind and this was the next attraction.

"No one has bruises like that from themselves." Turning around and taking my arm with his hand so I'd be taken with, he led me to a cabinet in his bathroom to the right of the door. Letting go of my arm once we were in there to look for something. He pulled out a blue tube and opened it, letting white cream ooze onto his pointer finger. While patting it onto my face, he looked to my eyes as to be asking for me to explain.

"My boyfriend just gets mad sometimes." I say, trying to justify his behavior. His actions don't deserve to be justified, but I don't want others to know the details of our relationship. I've never liked others feeling sorry for me.

"He doesn't deserve you." Damien said before quickly shutting his mouth. His face was turning a nice shade of rose. It was almost like he regretted saying it. I smiled at the site, he was cute when he was embarrassed.

"I just don't know how to break up with him, without getting hurt myself." That was my real problem. I hated him so much, but was too fearful for my life. My body was his mattress to his when he was angry. I was his training dummy. Damien furrowed his eyebrows, for reasons I will never know.

"I could be with you when you end it with him." He said finally looking down to me. My eyes widen as I looked into his. Why would he do that. It was a nice act yes, but my boyfriend had the strength of a lion. Looking down at Damien's body I noticed though, so does he. You could see his muscles bulging through his shirt and he towered over my barely 5,2. Did I trust him enough to let him into my life of pain though. The decision was going to have to be made, and I wasn't going to stay in this relationship forever.