My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

39|"i miss you"

| Beth|

2 successful weeks without Damien and it's been great. I've never felt better. All the worries, pain, and fighting lifted from my shoulders. 

But, a couple times a day, Damien enters my mind. My smile turns to a frown because I miss him, but I don't want to miss him. I think about all the positive times we shared and it gives me a little feeling of wanting him back, but I won't.

Honestly, I expected myself to go on my knees and beg for forgiveness, but I didn't and I'm proud of myself for that. Because, if I did and he ended up taking me back, he would have most likely have me cut off connection with the twins. So, I'm glad I didn't beg for him back.

I'm not the only one doing better without Damien. The Dolans sure are joyous and satisfied that Damien is no longer around. They've been genuinely happy lately and they deserve it.

"Ding dong!" My door bell echoed throughout my house.

"The hell?" I muttered to myself.

It's 10 PM on a Wednesday night. My parents are out of town for work and my brother is on a camping trip with his friends. I'm the only one in the house and I'm not expecting visitors.

I shuffled down my stairs and slowly walked to my front door, eagerly.

I brought my eye to the small little peep hole built in the center of my front door and I only saw a glimpse, but it caused me to step back and bring both of my hands to my jaw dropped mouth.

It was fucking Damien. Why the fuck is my ex boyfriend at my door at 10 PM on a Wednesday night, and I haven't talked to him in weeks?

I questioned myself whether or not I should unlock the door and let the person who broke my heart in my house.

"Ding dong!" My door bell echoed through my house again.

He must be eager for something.

"Beth! I know you're in there!" Damien shouted from behind the door.

I gasped and began to quickly blink, being conflicted with myself.

Somehow, I brought myself to reach out and unlock my front door and swing it open to reveal myself to Damien.

Damien slowly eyed my entire body up and down as I was dressed in tight black Nike shorts and a simple v-neck that slightly showed some cleavage. He noticed the cleavage because he kept eye contact with my breasts longer than any other part of my body.

"It's 10 PM on a Wednesday night?" I questioned trying to figure out what brought him here.

Without my say, Damien stepped foot in my house, but I pushed my hand into his chest, pushing him back.

"The hell do you think you're doing?"I asked with attitude.

Then, Damien stepped up again and before I could open my mouth to yell at him, he cupped my face with his large hands and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes were open out of shock. I hate myself for saying this, but it felt so nice kissing him again.

But, as much as I liked it, I pulled away and pushed his hard chest back.

"Damien? What are you doing?" I muttered, confused.

Damien sighed and slouched his shoulders, "I miss you, Beth. I regret letting you go. You made a mistake and I now just realized that. I want you-"

"You can't just wake up one morning and realize I'm going to be relevant to your life again! What makes you think you can just show up to my house and kiss me like that? We haven't spoken in weeks," I rambled.