Christmas with the bad boy

Chapter 13

"Are you ready Jason?" "Ready to win." "Game on." Damien kicked the ball and Jason began trying to steal it from him. He was about to kick the ball away from Damien when he caught the sight of Delia from the corner of his left eye, causing Damien to kick Jason's leg by accident. "Ow." "Jason, I'm so sorry," he quickly said. "I'm fine Damien. It'll be a bruise, but I'm fine. I just caught the sight of Delia." Damien then turned around and saw their friend.

"Hi Delia. What are you doing here?" "I thought I'd take a walk. You?" "I wanted to get Jason out of the house while my dad is at work. Plus I'm staying at Jason's tonight." "That's great. Maybe one day, the three of us can stay together for a night." "I'd like that."

At eleven o'clock at night, Damien was in Jason's room as he was laying on the floor. Jason's parents let him borrow a pillow and a cover for the night as he stayed with his friend. He began stirring in his sleep and Jason woke up due to his friend disturbing him. "Mum." "Damien?" "I need you." Jason then pushed the cover away from him, got out of bed and knelt next to his friend. "Damien?" "No." "Hey," he gently said as he gently shook his friends shoulder. "Mum, no." "Wake up." "Don't leave me. No...no...No!" Damien then sat up and blinked rapidly. "You're safe. I'm here. You're safe." "Jason." "It was just a bad dream."

Damien didn't say anything, but Jason gave him a hug for comfort to him. The door then opened and revealed Jason's parents. "Is everything okay in here?" his father asked. "We're fine. He just had a bad dream." "I'll get some water." Jason's mother knelt next to him and talked to him gently. "You're fine Damien. It was just a bad dream. We're here." Jason's father then returned with a glass of water. "Here." "Thanks. Here you go Damien. Take a few small sips." He took the glass from her and let out shaky breaths. He then took a few small sips and laid back down after Jason took the glass from him.

Jason was told to get back into bed and he did as he was told by his parents and watched his friend. "Just close your eyes Damien. We're here," his mother gently told him. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in seconds. "Will you be fine keeping an eye on him tonight?" "Yeah. He was there for me, now I'm here for him." His parents then left the room and returned to their room.

Thunder woke everyone up besides Damien at half past five in the morning. "Damien?" "Mum." "It's only me. It's Jason." Damien began shaking and Jason wasn't sure if he was dreaming or if he was cold. "Hey. Wake up." "Don't leave me." "You're safe pal." "Don't leave us." "Shhh. Relax. You're safe." Damien continued to talk through the night through the storm.

Damien woke up to a very cloudy morning. "Hey. Take it easy. We all had a rough night. We're surprised you didn't wake up through the thunderstorm." "What are you talking about?" "You were talking in your sleep again. You said 'Mum, don't leave me and don't leave us.' Do you know why?" "I just want to see my mum. She's all I can think about." "Maybe you should see a therapist." "If I tell my dad, he'll worry." "He'll help." "I'll get ready, go home and talk to him." Jason nodded and watched his friend getting ready to leave.

After Damien left his friends house, he walked home and walked straight into the house. "Dad?" He walked upstairs and looked at the bedroom door. "Dad?" "Damien no." He opened the door and looked at the bed to find his father still as he talked. "Dad?" "Get away from him. Please." He walked towards the bed and sat on it as he then looked at his father. "I'm here dad." He gently placed his hand on top of his fathers and told him he was with him.

Damien's father suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Damien was on the bed. "Hi dad." "Hey. Did you have fun with Jason?" "Yeah. Apparently I slept through the thunderstorm." "It's great if you did." "I'd like to ask you something." "Anything." "Could you drive me to a therapist?" "Why? What's wrong?" He sounded concerned. "I need to talk to someone about Mum. I can't take it anymore." "What about me?" "I know I can talk to you, but sometimes I don't feel that it's enough." "I'll see what I can do."