Define Me

Chapter 14

Sirena's POV

When I woke up, the first thing that I see and realized was that I was in Damien's arms with my face literally planted on his chest. My cheeks heated up when I secondly realized that I had cried with Damien holding me until I tired myself up and sleep. My god, this is embarrassing yet comfort. I mean, he made me feel like I'm safe and nothing will hurt me anymore but I know my reality and I shouldn't drag Damien along this road. Slowly, I tried to push myself away from his warm and untangle his hands from my waist but lifting an arm of his is like lifting my calculus textbook.

A chuckle vibrates in front of me. "You could just ask me to lift my arm, you know."

I look up and meet his grey-silver eyes fill with amusement and also that time, my stomach makes itself present again by growling out loud. He was holding his laugh and his dimple appear. I look away as my cheeks redden and curse my stomach for growling like a beast right at the damn moment. A warm rough hand brush my hair away from my cheek and stay there to run his thumb on my red cheek. "I don't know which one is the cutest; your blush or your beastly growling from your stomach." Damien teased and it just made my cheeks redder. He chuckled softly. "Come on. Let's eat."

Damien got up and I follow, still feeling embarrassed for the whole hug-to-sleep thing. He went to his mother's table and pulled out some food from the brown paper bags and placed it on the table. I guess Dr Helena must've left them for us while I was napping. Oh my god! She must have seen me in her son's arm! Mentally groaning, I knew I have to give a reason for acting so... weak? slut-ish? toward her son. I open my mouth to stop him from preparing them but he beat me to it. "Sorry, the food is a bit cold now and mom grabbed hamburger with fries and mash potatoes. Are you okay with that?"

I slowly went to the table and my stomach growl instantly. "This is fine. Thank you." I smile at him in grateful. God knows how hungry I am. "How long did I sleep?" I asked, slightly in panic.

Damien looked at the clock. "Almost 3 hours, I think. There's no news but I guess that's because our phones are completely ruined so they couldn't contact us unless they called the clinic's number."

I nod my head while mentally scolding myself that I have to get a new phone and maybe I have to replace the light that I've lost during my time of drowning. Then we ate in silence, comfortable one I might say and that might be because we are both too hungry to speak. Although I had a bit of difficulty to control the shakiness of my hands due to the medicine taken and Damien's warm but large sweater keep falling from my shoulder. I had to hold it up while eating to prevent it from falling off my shoulder and probably flash my chest. Damien has asked me if I was alright and he even apologizes for giving me a large sweater for me. I shook my head, telling him it was fine and secretly admit in my head that I kind of like his warm manly scent. Shooking that thought away, I eat with a bit of guilt inside for causing him and his mother trouble. He and his mom have done so much for me and no matter how many time he said that I wasn't a burden, I would still believe that I am until he snapped at me. It's weird, to be honest. I once wanted help but then I was betrayed. Then he came along or rather I stepped into his territory and unintended and then he had helped me more than I could count. Then, 3 hours ago, he was pretty mad that I cut myself. I never saw someone so disappointed yet worried. Layla would be very worried before she tries to be positive with me. Aunt Julia, uncle Robert and Stellar always went straight to anger and punishment but with Damien, he would be in both anger and worried at the same time which I thought was an impossible combination. Hell, I don't even understand anymore.

When I finished eating, I start to gather and clean up my mess but before I could get up and throw my rubbish, Damien took them from my fingers. "I got this. Stay." He commanded at the second part and I obeyed, silently thanking him. How can he still think that I'm not a burden? He throws the rubbish away and before he went beside me and lower himself onto his knees. His grey eyes were soft yet tense at the same time and I was suddenly on the edge. I knew he was about to ask something about me but the question is; would I be able to answer them?