The Million Dollar Man

Chapter 6

PRISCILLAS POV

I've had this eery feeling in my gut the past few days. And I didn't know why.

But then I remembered.

Tomorrow's Wednesday.

The day that marks one year.

The day Damon said he would come to find me.

And a part of me hoped he wouldn't. A part of me hoped he didn't love me that much. A part of me hoped that after a year, he'd give up. And find someone prettier, and sexier. Someone with more experience. A part of me hoped I didn't mean that much to him.

But an even bigger part of me knew I was wrong.

I knew he'd come to find me. I just did. I try to tell myself otherwise and distract myself, but I know Damon. He gets what he wants. But it's much more than that. I'm not only something he wants. He loves me. He'd do anything for me. And he goes beast mode when I'm not near him. I'm something he needs.

But still. I try to tell myself otherwise. Anytime he comes into my head, I don't let it happen for long because I push it out of my head. I don't really give myself time to think about him.

Because when I do I get terrified.

I saw him end that mans life.

He told me that's what he does for a living.

He's the leader of the freaking mafia.

The mafia!

"Ugh!" I shake my head at myself, putting dishes away. "He's not coming, he's not coming!" I tell myself.

Once I'm done cleaning my kitchen, I fold my arms over the counter and lean my head on them, sighing.

I'm tired.

I'm tired of running. Hiding. Being afraid. Being in love with a monster. Missing him. Yet, dreading his return.

My chest feels heavy, and before I know it, a sob breaks through me.

So here I am, sobbing. For everything that's gone wrong in my life. Because I'm overwhelmed, and tired.

"Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I'm okay. Just need to breathe.." I say over and over again. But when I go to breathe, a sob comes out instead.

You see, I have this problem.

I've always had this problem.

Panic attacks.

Although they've gotten more frequent, it's something I've had since I was a teenager. It used to be only once in a while. But now? It doesn't take much for them to happen.

Now, it just takes something so small to happen. Like a scary thought. Then I overthink, and next thing I'm doing is crying about every unfortunate event that's happened in my life. Crying about my parents not loving me enough to stay and raise me. Crying about being lonely at a young age. Crying about Damon killing people. Crying about leaving him. Leaving my best friend. Having to start a new life. Worrying about barely making it with the money I make.