Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Twenty Nine

Sorry for this late update!! This is just a short filler chapter :( I've had a lot going on this month and I finally got around to writing this, btw I'm already going to apologize for the grammar as well.

I sat in that interrogation room long after Damien left. I think he decided to give me space, which I desperately needed. Images of my parents' deaths and Damien's lips on mine kept swirling together in my mind, it didn't know what images to focus on.

I didn't know what to make of what just happened. I didn't even know Damien thought of me like that. He had good intentions, he tried to get me to stop crying and it worked. He's not afraid of my broken self, I'm pretty sure he thinks I can be fixed.

What he didn't know he did was make everything in my life way more complicated.

My heart wants Jaxton yet it also feels something for Damien.

I wanted to know if he kissed me because he truly cared for me or if he did that to stop my panic attack. Whatever his reason, it's got my heart confused. I don't know what I want.

I know I love one of these guys with all of my heart, and feel something completely different for the other. If I really loved one of them then there wouldn't be a second choice, or maybe I just like both of them. 

Whatever the reasoning I decided I'd figure this out one step at a time, I knew I was attracted to Damien but I don't know if I love him. Then there's Jaxton, I almost died for him. If he found out about my feelings towards Damien I don't know how he would react. Would he let me go or fight for me?

I shook my head as I finally stood up from the chair I was sitting in for a good bit of time. I walked out of the interrogation room and back down the hallway to the criminal investigations department office.

I opened the door to the dull hum of people lowly talking and typing on computers. A couple people glanced at me in suspicion but my eyes found Damien in the conference room and I made my way back there.

I opened the door to the glass room everyone on my small team turned their heads towards me. I tried to not look at Damien but it didn't work, it seemed as though I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked perfectly normal, as if my world wasn't completely upside down.

"The sketch artist gave us a full body image of the man you described." Charles spoke up, I'm pretty sure he was the other FBI agent in the room who was documenting the story based off of how he was looking at me. Charles was looking at me as though I was going to break down and fall dead on the floor any second.

Then I looked at Haley sitting at the end of the table farthest away from us, she was muttering things over the phone but she still looked at me the same as she did before. I could tell she just wanted to solve this case as fast as she could. Damien also didn't treat me any different as he would anyone else, even after seeing me break down like I did. I was grateful for that, I don't like feeling weak or flawed.

I then looked down at the picture Charles put in front of me on the table. The guy was exactly as I had described, with the ski mask and the hoodie over the uniform. The sketch artist even made the man tall and muscular with brown eyes. It was such a good drawing that it gave me the shivers when I looked at it.

I nodded before commenting, "I wouldn't change a thing."

The day I met that guy again I know I would be scared to death. He destroyed my life and no matter how much I want revenge, I know that there is still so much more he could take from me.

"That's good, I've got our detectives looking into similar murders as well as ice cream trucks. They may need our help eventually but I think you should go home and get some sleep, you've had enough for one day." Damien said to me, finally speaking up. It's as though nothing happened, he always was professional around his colleagues.