Be My Friend

Chapter 25: King of Hell or Not, You're Still an Idiot

I plop down onto the couched with a sigh. Nym curls up on my lap and I begin scratching his neck, listening to him purr. "I guess I'll probably be homeless within the next fortnight," I say to my cat and rub underneath his ears. He tilts his head at me in what seems to be questioning and for a second I actually believe that he can understand, but then closes his eyes in content and his purring intensifies. 

A bang comes from upstairs that is so loud it makes me jump and Nym hisses, with silver fur standing on end and bounces off my lap; it felt like the whole house shook. My heart lurches into my throat as the sound of glass breaking and heavy thuds continue. Oh boy, I am totally being robbed this time.

I tip-toe over to my closet and grab my solid steel baseball bat, (courteous of Damian, when I discovered the thing laying in my hallway with a note attached: "You need something to defend yourself"), and turn towards the stairwell. I swear to god I hope I'm being robbed because I will literally kick Damian's ass off the face of the planet if he's messing with me and I don't know if I'm up for that responsibility. 

I creep up the stairs and position the bat over my shoulder and grab the handle in a death grip. The thoughts in my head feel like they were racing every which way. If this dude thinks he can rob me, then honey, you've got a big storm coming. Jesus Christ, listen to my thoughts. I need to spend less time on the internet. 

The noise seems to be coming from my bedroom at the end of the hall and I scrunch my brows together. Jokes on them; there's nothing valuable in that room, so ha!

"Shit." A deep voice says from behind the closed door. I frown and approach the door with less fear than the second previously. I set the bat down against the wall and push my door open.

I flick the lights on. "What the fu-" I begin to exclaim but stop mid-sentence as the figure slowly raises their head from the ground. I look to the mess on the floor. Broken glass from my lamp is spread out sporadically. Any anger that might've been present suddenly melts away.

Damian pushes himself up from the floor and tries to regain his composure. I step forward and grab him by the waist when it looks like he's going to fall again, I push him into the bed to assess what the hell is going on. Instincts similar to a mother that I didn't even I knew I had kicked in. Lucy sits in the doorframe licking herself as if she couldn't care less about what's going on. 

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are you drunk?" I rapidly ask. I step between his legs and use my hands to examine his face. Dark bags and smudged eyeliner linger under his eyes and his skin was way more pale than usual. He's a pale dude, but this was a deceased kind of pale. I didn't even know that would've been possible. I use my thumb and my finger to open his eyes wider and notice how glazed over they seem. He jerks away and I scowl.

"Hell, has been a little more rough than usual." He rasps out and leans away from my poking and prodding. I check his pulse and notice how fast it's going and I start freaking out after twenty seconds of not feeling anything. 

"Your pulse is not supposed to be that slow. Is it?! Are you dying?!" He cocks an eyebrow, "Wait, scratch that. Oh boy, what if something is seriously wrong." I pace around the room quickly while stealing glances over my shoulder.

"I'm fine. I just need to sleep, alright? Please calm down." He grabs my wrist gently and I go back to standing in between his legs.

"You're just tired?" I ask quietly and he nods. I let my anger simmer a little. "When was the last time you slept?" I ask, my hands place themselves on the outer sides of his knees. 

"When I and you fell asleep." He admits and looks away, almost as if ashamed by this truth. Idiot! I scream inside my head. He flinches and covers his ears as if a bomb went off. Ha!

I smack him upside the head. "Are you serious?" I nearly shout. He winces. He was probably hungover too, adding more reasons to scold him. "I don't care if you are the King of Hell, you're an idiot! That body of yours is tied to mine and needs sleep as much as the next guy." I say on the verge of hysterics. I scoff aloud and roll my eyes. I couldn't help but notice him averting his eyes. My scowl grows deeper.

"Yeah, I know that now." He grumbles begrudgingly. It was strange not seeing him behind a facade of 'I don't care'. A chittering comes from the doorway and it's Lucy. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was laughing at him. Yah, clearly I didn't know any better. 

His eyes lower and I can't help but be reminded of a puppy. I tug his wrist to try and get him to stand up. "There's no way you're sleeping in my bed like that, it's bath time for you pal." I declare aloud while internally groaning which I know for sure he can hear.