Doubt

Chapter 8

{A/N; I cackled like a villain when I saw your guys' responses to last chapter.}

       I was panting as I ran down the alleyways. Where was I? I had no idea. I have never seen these places before, nor have I seen the faces of the people who took me in. I needed to leave.
       Tears were falling down my face as I fled. My eyes frantically darted around the scenery to look for any escapes. It felt like my feet kept growing faster and faster like a panther was chasing me.
       I emerged from the alleyway only to reach another street. I huffed and searched for the nearest crosswalk. I managed to make it across one on my left right as the light turned to a hand to stop. I sighed but quickly went to the nearest alleyway to sprint again.
          I just needed to be safe, yet...where was safety? I knew no one so no one was safe. No safety. No home. No friends. No one but me. My tears started to make my vision blurry before I ran into something tall.
          I heard my own groan that had another's follow as I laid on the ground. "Sorry," I muttered while I tried to sit up.
         "It's all fine." The other mumbled with a lisp as I wiped my tears away.
        I suddenly noticed the face as he noticed mine. I gasped sharply, "Damien?"

         He draped a blanket over my shoulders and gave me a warm cup of lemon ginger tea. I nodded as a thank you before I looked down into the cup. He pulled up a chair and I felt his gaze focus on me.
        I looked up to him, "Yes?"
        He rolled his eyes at me, "sit there and don't explain to me what happened."
       I sighed and rubbed my face, "why do you continue to speak in riddle, De?"
       He gave me a dull look, only wanting me to explain myself right now. "Fine fine," I muttered before clearing my throat, "Okay. Well. I believe I woke up but I didn't know where I was or who anybody is. Some four eyed dude took me 'home', but it was an apartment and explained to me that I had been hit by a car and that I had been living with him and his friends.
       "Then his other friends came home today and one hugged me..? Not sure why but he pulled away so I asked to go downstairs but then I ran off. Here I am now." I look up to the other in front of me, fiddling with something in his mouth.
        "You have your phone?" He asks, now noticing what he was messing with in his mouth, playing with his forked tongue.
       "Uh," I search my pockets quickly, "No..?"
       He sighed and got up, "I didn't think so. Well, I can help you there."
      I sighed and turned to watch him, "would you quit the riddle, Riddler?"
      He seemed to tense and look back at me with a quiet hiss. His eyes seemed darker and the burned mark only added to his demeanor at the moment.
      About as quick as lightning, he was there hold my jaw with one hand to make me look at him. "I dare you to call me that once again. You know I like it." Slurred the aggressor in front of me.
     "De, piss off!" I spat at him, "You know me! I'm teasing!"
     I put a hand on his wrist that was holding his face. "You need to breathe. I forgot that this happened when I tease you."
     The expression faded and his hand moved from my jaw slowly. I stroked my jaw as I stretched it, watching the other go back to where he was previously.
      His shoulders slumped and he looked back with a softer expression, more confused than anything. I shook my head at him to tell him that nothing happened.
      Now I remember this, his dissociative identity disorder. It was a struggle for him and his childhood. Deceit is still a teen where Damien is 23. If he had others, I don't know them. It's been so long.
      "Deceit stepped in, Damien," I let him know, "he didn't hurt me."
      Damien nodded his head in shame and rubbed his face. "Forget about it." He muttered, "Forget him."
      I nodded slowly and finally noticed the bottles lying around the apartment. I think I should stay the night here.

{A/N: Also message me if you have tips for characters like Damien.}