Telling him

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Emily's POV

"You guys can go home and pack clothes. But no personal belongings, if anyone searches your appartment we have to make sure that the cover won't be blown. As for cellphones. You can leave those with me or at home. You will get new ones. There are some contacts in them but only the important ones. My number is under the contact 'doctor'." Williams says.

After discussing some more information we go home to pack.
I open the frontdoor and hope that Damian isn't home. But of course he his.

"Emily? Is that you?" I hear him from the bedroom.

"Yes it's me." I say back.

"Can you come here please?" He asks with his nice voice. I walk to the bedroom and see him laying down on the bed playing a game on his phone.

"Can you come closer?" I walk closer to him. He gently grabs my hands and kisses me on my lips. He just pulls away and his focus is back on his game. What is going on with him. He is acting like his old self again. 

"Uhm Damian? Can we talk for a minute?" I better say it to him now because he is in a good mood.

"Yeah sure. What do you wanna talk about?" He lays his phone on the nightstand and sits up against the head of the bed. I try to slowly sit down because my body is hurting as hell, thanks to someone here in the room.

"Okay I am just going to say it. I am leaving for a couple weeks maybe more because of..." before I can say anything Damian stops me.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! Please don't leave me. I need you in my life.'' He cups my face with his big hands and kisses me with passion. Not pushing any further, he slowly pulls away and leaves me a bit in shock. ''I love you.'' He says.

I am shooked by his reaction. But I do need to tell him why I am leaving.
"Damian can I finish?" He nods and gently grabs my hands while I see tears forming in his eyes. ''Damian I am not leaving you because of you. It is for work. I need to go undercover. But I don't really know for how long I'll be gone.''

"So you're not leaving me?" He says with a big smile.

"No I am not leaving you." I say giggling because of his happiness. I know I should have left him the first time he beat me but I just can't, we went through so much together since we were little children and we got through it, so maybe we'll get through this as well.

"I missed that giggle." He kisses me again and lays me down. He lays on top of me. I flinch from the pain.
"Sorry did I hurt you?" He asks with worry in his grey eyes.

"I am a little sore that is all." I like this moment. He is back to his old self. I don't know for how long but he is back for now and I am enyoing it.

"Wait when do you leave?" He suddenly asks.

"Tomorrow, it was supossed to be next week but all the arregments where made. So they want us to start right away.''

"Us? Who is going with you? Is he strong? I want someone who can look after you. I don't want anything to happen to you. Nobody can touch you except me."

"My partner is going with me. He is about the same height as you're and I think he is strong enough. So that part is covered.''

"Can I call him?" He asks.

"Sure. I will get my phone." I say.

"No you just lay here I'll get it." Damian stands up and gets my phone out my jacket and unlocks it. "What is his name?"

"Sam Giles." Damian sits down on the bed with the phone against his ear.

"Hello is this Sam Giles?"

"Yes it is. Who is this?"

"I am Emily's boyfriend, Damian. I just wanted to know something."

"Okay. Ask away."

"I know you're going undercover with Emily and I want to make sure that you got her back."

"Yes of course I got her back and she has mine."

"Good and then one other thing. If you touch her in any inappropiate way you will regret it for the rest of your life. Are we clear?"

"Christel clear."

Damian hands me my phone.

"Was it really necessary to threaten him?" I raise my brows.

"Yes it was." He says with a smirk.

"Well I should start packing." I stand up from the  bed and walk to the closet.

"I'll help you." Damian grabs a bag from the closet and lays it down on the bed. I give him the things I want to take and he does them in the bag.

After a hour we're done. The rest of the day we spend cuddeling and watching movies.

"I should go to bed it's already 23:00." Is say after a yawn.

"Okay I am staying up a little longer. But goodnight." We give each other a kiss and I do my night routine and fall asleep. Why can't he always be like this?

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The next morning.

I wake up at eight and get out of bed. My body is even more sore then yesterday and the bruising keeps getting worse.
Damian is still asleep next to me. I put on some normal clothes that don't reveal much skin. I get ready for the day and make breakfast. I wake up Damian to eat breakfast with him but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood today.
So I eat breakfast alone, like most days. 
At ten I go to Damian to give him a kiss and say goodbye but he doesn't seem to care and just turns around.

I sigh and get my bag. I walk out of the building and wait for Sam and Inspector Williams to arrive. Inspector Williams is going to drop us of. Undercover we don't have a car so he's going to play as a taxi. After ten minutes the car turns into the parking lot and stops infront of me.

Sam gets out and takes my bag.
"What was that for?" I ask.

"Well I am going to be your boyfriend so I am just practising. It has been a while since I have been someones boyfriend so just let me help." I start to laugh and he gives me a weird glance. We both get in the back of the car as a greed Williams.

I flinch when I sit down and Sam notice it.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yes I am fine. Just a little sore from working out. I did some new things." He nods and luckly believes it.

The drive is about three hours and I am getting more uncomfortable by the second. I try to get in a less painful position every minute or so. ''You sure you're alright? You're moving around so much.'' Sam asks.

''Just started my period.'' I say. Boys don't like talking about that shit, it freaks them out so I know he won't asks anymore questions.



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