Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 32

Damien's POV

"I never knew it was going to end up like this" Kyle choked through his tears. "I really didn't. I promise I had good intentions" he wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

He clenched his hands to his sides, attempting to convince me that this whole mess was not his fault. His face was red and blotchy from crying continuously for hours.

"No matter what you fucking planned to do in the first place, it ended up with Nova in the state that she is now" I screamed. My vision was getting blurry with the tears welling up in my eyes. I was a train wreck. I felt so many different emotions all at once. I was shaking.

"I swear I-" Kyle gasped for air unable to breathe from all his tears clogging up his nostrils.

If somebody would've told me beforehand this situation was happening I would've imagined myself in the state  Kyle is in right now, but instead I felt almost numb. I knew what was going on but I couldn't find the correct way to express my feelings. It was all so overwhelming that I felt like I couldn't fully process the situation.

I wanted to physically cry and scream, even kill Kyle because of what he did to her. My heart ached but I couldn't bring myself to actually cry because she's the one who made me feel. Without her, I only knew to mask away my emotions. She was the one that brought the human in my destroyed and wicked soul and now that she was gone it were as if the little humanity she brought into me was sucked away.

I wanted more than anything to bawl my eyes out at the thought of my girlfriend who I loved more than anything in the world, lifelessly lying on my arms but I couldn't.

I couldn't.

Kyle continued to cry and cry, repeatedly telling me he was sorry. But all I could do was stare, because I couldn't come up with anything to say. I wondered if he was crying over the fear of his own life or if Nova had really grown on all of us the way I thought she did.

I kept staring at Kyle, lost in my own thoughts. I couldn't bring myself to look back down at her. After trying to shake her awake, and once that failed, I couldn't look back down at her. My mind hungrily looking for different alternatives. She couldn't be dead. She was anything but dead. I knew she was in my arms but I repeatedly told myself she was just sleeping until a small part of me actually wanted to believe it. I was holding her because she was sleeping. I was going to carry her back home soon.

I made the giant mistake of finally looking down at her because I convinced myself she was sleeping but once I looked down at her and the big giant gash on the side of her forehead, with blood trickling down her beautiful face, I completely lost it.

The tears that had been threatening to spill for the longest time finally did and soon, I was in the same state as Kyle.

I was crying so hard I could hardly breathe. I brushed strands of Nova's hair off her face. I attempted to take tiny pieces of glass that were sunk in her skin, desperately trying my hardest to make everything okay.

Nothing I did made a difference.

I sniffed and moaned in pain "Oh Nova, what happened to you?" I sobbed.

My tears were accumulating at such a fast pace that I found my vision blurring every couple minutes.

"You're okay. You're okay, baby. I promise. I'm going to get you home" I choked, wiping smudges of blood from her face. "I promise I'm going to get you home" I cried.

In the background, Kyle was still completely loosing it. All I could hear is the sound of both us crying uncontrollably.

I held her close, rocking us back and forth. "I'm going to get you home" I promised. "Everything's going to be just fine"