Gone

Chapter 14 - Grenade

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He hugged me really tight, so I hugged him tighter.

-Damien, this isn't, clearly, a contest of who hugs tighter, because you're much stronger than me. Obviously.

-And I give the best hugs. 

"Cheeky, I like it"  

- Stop being so cocky, girls don't like cocky guys! - I replied thinking about the nerve he had to provoque me.

- Shut up! You love me!

- Yes I do.

 "WHAT?! Dear are you feeling okay?"  

CURRENTLY:

He just stared at me for a few seconds with his sparkling blue eyes. "Awkward". He's trying to make a decision. "What decision Jade? He's probably thinking he should leave or not. You screw up big time. "  I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw him moving.

DAMIEN'S POV:

Is my mind playing tricks on me? Did she really said yes? "She said yes"  my mind reassured me again.  " And you and I love her too, but you know this is wrong. Sure her undead boyfriend told you to make her fall in love with us, but still. It is wrong!"  My mind screamed from somewhere in my head.

I want her. She's going to be mine.

"Don't kiss her."

CURRENTLY:

He's is getting closer. What should I do?

-You're crazy- he told me while smiling with his head inches from mine- I have secrets, dark ones. They may put you in danger. You do not want to love me. - continuing to talk but his tone of voice getting darker and lower.

I'm not crazy.

"Hum, yes you are. Look you are listening to the little voices in your mind. You talk to us"  No I d...Shit. I'm crazy.

-I'm not afraid of you nor  your "dark secrets".  - I said trying to look brave, but failing as usual. On one hand he was scaring me the crap out of me, but  in the other, he was making me get painfully curious and thoughtful about the meeting I witnessed on the beach in the other night.

He got even closer and placed himself on top of me holding my wrists above my head and said:

- Look at you. You are afraid of me. How could you love me?How could somebody love me?- He whispered into my ear letting my wrists loose and climbing off of me.

I was in shock, I didn't know what to do. He caught me out of guard on this one. He looked so hurt and fragile that, is, actually making me feel my heart cracking up and tearing down.

Should I be scared of him? "I am, to say the truth"  Should I back away from him? Should I kiss him?

He was making me want to kiss him not for pity,but from protectiviness and one part of my brain wanted to heal his broken heart.

-I'm going to go now, please be safe. - He almost whispered turning away from me, once again.

-Just tell me something. - He stopped - Were you with Nick a few days ago on the beach, at the dawn? - I asked without thinking first of the consequences of the simple question.

" Oh, boy"

He looked at me with a hint of surprise, fear and anger on his face, making me unconfortable and powerful at the same time. "Gotcha"

-Why? Do you think you saw us? He's dead, let him go. Do you think everyone is patient enough to put their life's on hold because of you?

The tears were starting to come out gently. I couldn't believe in what he had just said.

-Leave. - I whispered- Leave!! - I said this time louder and bolder, but cracking at the end of the sentence.

He did what I told. I think.

I let myself drop to the white floor of my big bedroom and let the ocean of tears slip away. I looked to  the open door as he left and saw him looking to me before he really left. 

Neither at this time my mind was silent.  "We had a bad feeling. Everytime you have a bad feeling you shouldn't ignore it!"

I threw my lamp at the door letting my anger come alive, but instead I cried even more.