My Deal With The Devil's Son

Chapter 9

Louisa's P.O.V

Could I ever love Daniel? This Daniel?

The question burned my mind and I stayed silent for several minutes.

This Daniel was caring and sweet and I really liked him but I didn't love him. But could I? It was a difficult question to answer with a very complicated answer.

No was the first answer that came to my mind. Over the past few days I had hated everything about Daniel. I hated him and dreaded every time I had to see him. I was convinced there was no good in him, just like his father and that was someone I didn't have the capability to like, there was no way on heaven or earth I could ever possibly love him.

The person I had seen tonight, that person caused me to hesitate. It scared me how Daniel had completely transformed himself in the blink of an eye and it was astounding how genuine this person seemed. I felt safe with him, like how I felt with Kyle or Scottie. A warmth flooded me to think I was the only person to witness such an angelic side of him, the feeling was strange but oddly, I liked it. Had I only knew this Daniel there wouldn't be a doubt in my mind, he would be someone who I described as perfect and someone who I would deem fit of love, of everything. After seeing him like this I definitely saw the smallest possiblitly and wouldn't rule the whole prospect out immediately. It would take time but it could be achieved.

I didn't want to hurt his feelings but at the same time, I couldn't tell him what he wanted to hear just because I was being too careful of his feelings. I couldn't give him false hope or lead him on but I liked this Daniel and that's what prevented me from giving an answer.

I had only seen this side of him tonight, only for a short while so I couldn't predict if I could ever love him. I didn't know when this person would be put under lock-down at the back of Daniel's mind and the one who normally projected himself to the world would come out again.

Daniel was looking at me, expecting and answer but when no words came out of my mouth, he lowered his head in defeat. I didn't want him to feel so bad, to look so helpless.He looked lost and it hurt me to see him so vulnerable. How could I explain to him the thoughts that were running through my head when I couldn't decipher them myself?

Daniel's P.O.V

I didn't expect the answer I wanted to hear from Louisa. After all I've done to her and now between her and one of her best friends, I'm surprised she's even talking to me. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't but I was even more bewildered by her actions towards me. She had taken care of me, she had cleaned blood off of my face and kissed me! The joy that overcame me was overwhelming and that was what had provoked me to pluck up the courage to ask her.

I did kind of hope that she would give me that answer. That hope had turned into need. I needed her to love me. I needed to feel important and mean something to someone. My own parents didn't seem to give a damn what I did or how I was. They just didn't care.

They were the reason why I put on a mask, as Louisa put it. They neglected me. They didn't neglect me in the sense they weren't there, it was more of an emotional neglect. Clothes were always put on my back and food on the table, a roof over my head but they neglected their job to love me, to care for me.

That was the reason I refused to let anyone close to me. I didn't want to give them the power to hurt me like my parents had. As a small child, my grandfather was the closest person to me. He was my best friend. When he died, my parents barely grieved and pushed away their distraught son. I vowed then, the only person I would look out for, is myself.