Amor Vincit Omnia

✝Chapter 24 - Te Quiero

I woke up with a terrible head ache. My stomach was killing me, the pain was getting worse everyday. All I wanted to do was throw up, but I couldn't. I looked at the time and saw it was already seven in the evening.

Wow I literally slept the whole day...I thought.

The sky was pitch black and sometimes it flashed a brilliant silver with every silver of lightning. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and grabbed one of Phil's long sleeve shirts along with his sweatpants.

I fixed my hair on my left side once again and went downstairs to find Phil on the sofa watching his favorite series 'The Walking Dead'.

''Hey Phil.'' I said, walking towards him, sitting on the other side of the couch.

He turned his head around to look at me. ''Hey, how are you feeling?'' He asked, patting Kenny on his head. He was such a good dog.

''Okay.'' I smiled. ''Well, not really. My head really hurts.'' I sighed.

''Well, that's all on you.'' He said pointing the remote control at me. ''You shouldn't have had so much to drink.''

I looked down and took a breath. ''I know.''

''Come closer. We don't bite.'' He smiled. ''You don't bite, don't you, Kenny?''

I nodded my head and moved next to him, not realizing my left side was to his right. As soon as I was next to him, Kenny licked me on my face. That was his way of showing he was happy to see me.

''Hey boy!'' I exclaimed, ruffling his brown fur.

''Did Damon call you yet?'' Phil asked, his eyes fixed on me.

''No, not yet.'' I whispered.

''Good.'' He hissed.

''What do you mean?'' I asked confused.

''He's bad news, Sarah.'' He whispered.

''How do you know that?''

''I was hoping you'd tell me.''

''I don't understand.'' I whispered.

Phil turned off the television set and turned sideways to face me. ''If I didn't stop him last night, he would have slapped you. I saw the look he had in his face.'' He said. ''Was that the first time he ever yelled at you?'' He asked looking at me.

I slouched down on the couch, uncomfortably, not wanting to answer his question.

''I knew it.'' His voice raw. I hear him cuss under his breathe. ''You have a bruise the size of my palm on your left cheek, and God knows what that bastard did to you!'' He yelled, getting up from the couch.

I put my head in my hands, tired of hearing people shout at me.

Phil got onto his knees before me. I felt my head being lifted by his thumb. ''Sarah, look at me please.'' His eyes were soft and warm.

''What's been going on, huh?'' He asked, tracing the bottom line of my lips. ''Tell me, please.'' He whispered.

I nodded my head and wiped the tears away from my eyes.

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Phil kept pacing back and forth in front of me, Kenny following his steps.

''Could you please sit down? You're making me dizzy.'' I said fixing my hair, sniffling back the tears.

''Sit down?'' He asked, looking at me with his eyes narrowed. ''I'm going to kill that motherfucker!'' He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was livid.