Possessed by Damon Salvatore

Chapter 18

I park my car on the driveway and hesitantly open the door.

Do I really want to know Damon's past romances? I am not too sure about that.

I've never asked him about how old he is. I am sure that he has hanged around for quite a time now.

Will today's discussion make any difference for us?

With a sigh, I turn the door knob. Its locked. Thank god, mom is at work. I don't want any audience.

Opening the door, I throw my bag across the living room.

I am starving. maybe from all the anxiety.

I search the cupboards and find some noodles. I decide to cook something with it which will keep my mind busy, hopefully. My mind and brain is on overtime.

I glance at the clock. It said 3 o' clock. When will he come? Will he come at all? Again, those negative thoughts.

With too much attention, I pour myself some juice and carefully plate the noodles. It looks delicious, only if I had the appetite it deserved. Sitting down, I stare at today's newspaper. Thief, politics, robbery are the headlines. Wow, what a world it is, I think.

An hour has passed. No sign of Damon. Should I call him?

No, I won't. I decide.

It was his own duty to arrive on time.

Maybe something changed? Maybe he ain't really interested in me.

I shove off these thoughts and concentrate on washing the dishes.