I Have Tasted the Forbidden Fruit

Chapter 10: Light and Dark

(Samuel P.O.V)

A couple of weeks have passed since I was brought here. It was peaceful here some what. My ribs finally healed and so did my other wounds. The bruises faded and some disappeared entirely. Damien stayed close to me whenever he could and we have grown closer. He completely trusted me and I trusted him. I told him some of my passed experiences with different owners. Some good some bad some I would rather forget. Mr. Reice barely knowledged I was there and practically just ignored me. I was very grateful for that. I preferred to be alone and ignored.

Other farm workers were concious of presence (i hope i spelt that right) for the first days and some even bumped into me purposefully and knocked me down. Damien put a stop to that to my surprise. He stood up and walked over to the man and grabbed him by his arm and turned him around and punched him. Punched him hard.

"Never touch him. He is mine and only I am allowed to touch him." he growled. The man looked up confused and was holding his nose.

"He is nothing but a slave." he said. He was now angry.

"Were all working out here. Were all working the same field. Were all on our knees. Were all sweating. Were all tired. Were all hungry. Were all doing the same thing." he said. I can't believe what is happening before my eyes. Someone fighting for me and not fighting me.

"Time to call it a day! Everyone go home!" he shouted still looking at the man.

"Leave." he said. The man got up and walked away; still holding his nose. Damien didn't even glance my way when he walked away. I followed and stood beside him. I grabbed his arm and turned into me and buried his face into my chest. He started to cry.

"I'm sorry." he said. What is going on with him?

"For what?" I said wrapping my arms around him. I soon learned while we were at the lake that I didn't mind his touch. It was so gentle and kind that it never made me cringe or want to throw up.

"For hitting him. I never get violent I swear I don't know what came over me." he said.

"I never want you to think I'm violent. I would never hurt you." he continued. I stood there for a moment in shock. He was scared that I would hate him for hitting someone. Because he knew what I have been through. But he did it for me and not at me.
How could I hate him for that?

"Look at me." I told him. His watery eyes looked up at me. Even crying he was beautiful.

"I. Am. Not. Mad. You did that for me. For someone like me. No one has ever done that for me before. Sometimes; even my family was to scared to help me. But you didn't even hesitate. The first time it happened you instantly stood up for me and againist a person like that. I'm grateful not mad." I told him.

His eyes immediatly brightened and tightened his arms around me. I layed my head on his and just stood there.

"I feel like you have brought light into my dark world Damien. I never knew I would have friend like you." I said.

"Light and dark go together. There can't be one with out the other." he said.

We stood there together. Just holding onto each other. Something changed us that day. Neither of us knew what it was but we became closer.