Shadows of My Past

Chapter 4

Yes. Damian's my best friend.

But we never did decide on the concept of dating or not. It all just sort of happened.
Walked me home, kissed me at the door, it was magical, blah blah blah. And that was that.

I guess you could say friends with benefits.

Not that it bothers me. I love him, he loves me. What else is there to it?

We stayed in the garden until nightfall. Just us, as one.

Once, a butterfly landed on my knee. I watched it closely as it fluttered its wings. Its perfectly colored wings. There must have been dozens of different patters. Paint splattered, careful stripes, overlapping swirls. It was so beautiful. The kind of thing you see that brings a smile to your saddened face.

I've learned that it's the little things that need the most appreciation.

"I should probably get you back home." he whispered, breaking the eternal silence.

"That place is not my home."

"You live there, don't you?"

I grunted. He may have a point, but refused to agree with him.

He offered me his hand and pulled me off the ground. He ended up carrying me all the way back, and I fell asleep on his chest listening to the beat of his heart....

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I woke up and realized I was lying on the couch. Damian must have brought me here when he dropped me off from the garden trip. But something didn't seem quite right to me.

I cautiously looked around the livingroom. Everything seemed safe, except for the strong smell of liquor coming from the corner.

Shit.

"Look who decided to join me." he smirked through the dark.

I tried to jump off the couch and run, but a weight was pushing me down.

My arms and legs had been tied tightly to the ends of the couch

He strolled over to my immobile body with a ... cutting knife?

That's when I realized something else. I was completely naked.

There was only one thought going through my mind at that moment.

I was going to get raped, and that bastard was going to kill me.