My Guilty Pleasure

12. Night games

12. Night games

I quickly lowered my gun on the ground and rushed to help him. What's going on? Scared, I caught him around the waist, barely keeping him from falling. Oh God, is it too much to ask for one quiet night?

-What happened? Are you crazy? - I asked him, half crying, wanting to somehow take my frustration out.

- Just... Just help me. - He tried to say something else but started to cough uncontrollably and he just fell to his knees and began to vomit and I couldn't keep him standing. I sighed looking at him like this. All of this seemed all too familiar. Too familiar...

- Slow down. I'll take care of your wounds. - I've looked at his body and bit my lip, preventing myself from letting unwanted cries. It's terrible to watch someone like this. His whole body seems destroyed. His head, arms, legs, stomach... I notice two large cuts on his face, a deep wound on his stomach, he's also limping, and once the white shirt is now, how I see, red.

- Ha... Ironically. - Of course, he had to add some stupid comment and when he was just about to laugh, another attack of coughing stopped him and he was silent after that.

- I think that God sent you a message to be nice to me. I do not mean to be rude but ... What the hell are you doing here? - I asked him crossing my hands and he just shook his head.

- Trust me... I don't know. Just... Just... - I rolled my eyes, waiting for him to stop coughing. I know it's sad but a little voice in my head tells me that I shouldn't get involved in this.

- Will you answer me? I'm waiting, Damien. - I said cheeky, but still, I've watched him closely whether he needs any help. He is still coughing but he used the wall to straightened himself to his feet.

- Believe me, my last thought was to come here... But... I had no other choice. I promise to keep my word, but now I need you to help me. I just have to stay here for a while. I have a problem... Nobody will find me here. - I frowned looking at him, wondering if this young man is real. After everything, he's expecting me to welcome him with open arms. But still... After all, I can't leave anyone in this situation, even my worst enemy. He needs my help, and besides. If I don't take care of these wounds, he can die. My vision is a little blurred due to tears and I realized how pathetic I act. No! Of course, he will not die, and I don't have anything to do with it. Why do I care in general? Can't I just tell him to leave my house or I will call the police? I bit my lip harder until I tasted blood. I don't know what to do... I closed my eyes briefly, trying to stop the new headache that is forming right now.

- FINE! But please, you have to go to the hospital. I don't know how to help you. I can't let you die here on my conscience Damien. - I said seriously, and he just closed his eyes.

- NO. No hospitals. I believe that you will help me, Desiree. I wouldn't come here if I had doubts about it. But now I ask you this. If I go to the hospital, tomorrow morning I'll be dead. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about and just help me clean the wounds and I will not bother you again. I will hide somewhere in here and you and your boyfriend can do whatever you want. Just If you tell him about me, make him promise not to tell anyone, please. - He spoke slowly, fighting to catch a breath and I formed a fist not believing what's he telling me.

- Damien! I don't understand how can you be so careless. If you do not go to the hospital you will die! And as much as I hate you I will not let that happen. Do you understand? - I said angry and Demien just chuckled and slowly took my hands in his.

- I know your character very well, but no. Please, Desiree. Just trust me I know what I'm talking about... I know... - A cough interrupted him and he began to lose his balance. I quickly caught him around the waist and managed to keep him on his feet. Oh, God... Should I take him to the hospital or not? What if he dies? What if the wounds become infected and he dies in my house? Not only that my conscience would never be quiet but my life would be destroyed too. How do I explain to the police why is a man, dead from beating, in my house? There is absolutely no way. No one would believe me. I sighed finally deciding what to do.