Kidnapping the Gang Leader

8 - Dates don't usually end like this

I stared at my wet body in the mirror, cursing myself for having flashbacks before our date. I had scratches down my forearm from the panic attack I just pushed myself through, and was incredibly close to trying to find someone to hold me down.

It was bad sometimes, because I knew when they were coming. I always used to have Summer hold me down with her hands so I wouldn't scratch at myself, but she wasn't here this time, and I couldn't handle it.

I'm trying, but sometimes it wasn't enough.

I sighed as I wrapped the towel around me, rubbing away the remaining tears from my eyes. I quickly dried my hair with the hair dryer, letting my dark hair curl naturally before pinning a few a few pieces back. I left a few of the small curvier pieces around my face, before putting on my makeup.

I left it a bit natural, contouring a bit more than I usually would've before finishing my eyebrows. I smiled at myself in the mirror, noticing how my eyes seemed to not be as dull as they usually were. I left my contact out, considering I knew how much Damien liked my natural eyes.

My dress was a dark green long sleeve velvet dress with a black lace trim, my tattoos still in hiding it seems. I slipped on black toms, heels were my personal death trap that I wasn't looking for today, and put on the millions of rings I loved to wear.

The door opened as I stood up, Charles and Joey walking in. Their eyes bugged out as they looked at me, causing a huge laugh to leave my mouth. I guess they weren't used to not seeing me in leggings and loose sweaters. I actually showed off my curves in this dress, and put effort in shaving my legs.

That's a big one, I swear.

"Whoa whoa, eyeballs?" I rolled my eyes as I pushed a few curls back, nodding to them.

"These are my real eyes, I usually wear contacts so people don't stare. But uh, what do you think of my dress?"

"Wow, you look, you really look beautiful." My smile faltered a bit as my eyes dropped to my feet, a red blush spreading across my cheeks.

When was the last time I had been called beautiful? Probably when my dad was alive, and my mom wasn't a huge alcoholic. A cough brought me out of my thoughts as I looked up to fine Joey and Charles looking at me with concern, a fake smile plastering on my face as I tried to not let them see through my walls.

"Sorry, got lost in my thoughts. But you really think so?" They both nodded as they looked at me, Joey taking the lead and opening the door.

Charles walked beside me down the hallway, both of us a few feet behind Joey. I leaned closer to his ear when I was sure Joey wouldn't be able to hear, his body stiffening a bit as my close proximity. "Are you going to tell him tonight?"

"Wouldn't you prefer I do that on a different night, you know, one where you're not having a date?" I shrugged as we began to make our way down the stairs.

"I'd rather get everything out in the open, because no offense, I don't think anything will come of it. I just want you more open and happy, and not biting my head off every second." He sighed once we finally hit the ground floor, Joey opening the front door for us.

Damien looked absolutely beautiful in dress pants and a white button down shirt, and I swear to god I felt horny at the very sight of him. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all.

I smiled and blushed sheepishly when I saw his awed expression, his mouth slightly open and his eyes taking in all of me. It felt wonderful to be actually thought of like that, to be seen as beautiful in someone else's eyes that weren't your parents or your best friends.