HOOKED

Chapter 9

My eyes opened slowly. My mind kept racing to last night and how amazing and perfect it was. I love Damon so much. He's the one I know it. Last night, was amazing. Damon is amazing. The memory felt so unreal. I never knew that falling in love could be this great. I just want him to hold me and touch me forever. Who ever knew that I could meet someone this unique. Unique in a good way of course. I love him. I love him. I love him so much.
 
Looking over to see I noticed he wasn't cuddling with me anymore, or holding me in his arms. He was gone. That doesn't mean anything. He's probably taking a shower. Maybe, I could jump in with him like what those girls do in the movies. I got up and threw my clothes back on. I walked out of the bedroom and I saw him with his hands in his face. He must be tired or something. Is something wrong? Did I do something? No, everything is okay. Everything will be okay. I kept reassuring myself

"Hey baby, are you okay?" I said sitting next to him. I put my arm around him and kissed him on the cheek. He pushed away fast and stood up. My heart began to pound. What the hell is going on?

"No. Get away!" He yelled pacing around.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled back. I felt my eyes water and my body began to shake. This is not happening. This is not happening.
"Nothing. Nothing" He growled and slammed his hand on the counter. "Goddamn it" He said under his breath.

"Whats wrong? What happened?" I said slowly walking up to him, I gently put my hand on his. He pulled away.

"You need to leave" He said quietly.

"What" I whispered back. My voice was all shaky.

"You have to leave Nicole." He said quietly. He walked in his room not even looking at me. I felt a sharp pain in my chest. 

"What? Wh-why? I'm sure we can work this out. Please. I love you Damon. I love you so much. I have nowhere to go. Please." My eyes watered up, I said as I followed him to his room. My whole body began to shake. "You can't just say you love me and then kick me out of your life!" I yelled as loud as I could. But, yet no reply. Nothing. He was packing up all my stuff and putting it in a plastic baggy. "Damon, come on."

"Just leave." He said holding the bag out, gesturing for me to take it.

"We had something." I yelled throwing the bag on the floor.

"Nicole we had nothing! Okay! Nothing! Now leave my goddamn place, take your crap and go back from where you came from!" He yelled louder moving out of his room. I was shocked from his words. We had something and I knew it. I knew it. I grabbed the bag and walked out of his room, trying not to cry.

"Why can't we just work this out?" I asked quietly, walking to him. "Why won't you just tell me what happened?" 

    "Just pretend these past two months never happened. Go back home. And trust no one." He grabbed a blanket and held out his hand. I snatched it from him.

"Where am I supposed to go? I have no food, or money." I said looking down.

"Just go home." He snapped. He opened the door for me.

   "I hate you." I walked out of his apartment. I don't actually hate him. I love him. I hate him for loving him. I should've never fucking caught feelings. I guess I'll have to go home. I went down the elevator back into the cold air of New York City. Hot streams of tears were running down my face. How could he say he loves me, then kick me out? How could we have so much then just disappear within a span of hours? Why would he do this to me? He knows how bad it is at home.
I walked, and walked and walked. For hours and hours. It was freezing but at least I had the blanket. It smelled like him. I wish he was here. I want to just go back to last night.