Pure (Editing)

Chapter 5

Blair's P.O.V. ~

Damon opens his door, getting out- I pull my handle but it's locked. I raise my head, seeing him grinning through the frosty window. He opens up the door for me, offering a hand to help me out of the car. I smile softly, placing my hand in his. His hands are so big, it engulfs my small dainty one. Oddly, I feel comfort from the small gesture and for the first time in a while, I felt safe.

We walk up the path to my home, Damon releases my hand, leaving me cold. I pull out my key from my pocket, shoving it into the keyhole and turning the knob.

I swing the door open, and I can barely walk inside. This house, it makes me remember everything i've tried to push into the farthest corner of my mind.

Before I walk into my living room, I slip off my cold wet shoes and jacket. Damon follows my actions, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket on the coat hanger. I invite him to sit on the sofa in my living room. He plops himself on the couch, making himself comfortable.

I sit next to him, hugging my knees to my chest. It was silent for a bit. We both stare ahead at the blank t.v. screen in front of us, not saying anything. Probably because we don't know what to say. I invited a stranger into my house because I didn't want to be alone and Damon made it known that I wasn't. I feel his eyes on me, burning my face.

"Are you alright?" He asks me, his voice so gentle. I turn my head to look at his softened features and sympathetic eyes.

I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a deep breath. All I see is red. Blood.

"Every time I close my eyes it just takes me back."

*Flashback*

My father ended a phone call and broke down in front of me. Screaming. Crying. I didn't understand why.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" I whisper sadly. He lifted his head, eyes burning red and his face wet with tears. He drops the phone on the floor.

"Daddy?"

"Blair, babygirl come here." He says softly. My bare feet pad across the room to where he knelt on the floor. He cooped me into his arms and tries to control his voice as he trembles around me.

"Mommy.." his voice cracks at the mention of his wife, "Mommy is no longer with us."

It cant be. I talked to her earlier today. She told me she was feeling better...

"She's not gone." I shake my head fiercely. There's no way. "She can't be."

My father cradles and holds me tightly, "She died, Blair... Mommy passed away less than an hour ago."

Hot tears streamed from my eyes onto my cheeks. I squeeze my eyes shut. Dad tries talking to me but everything is buzzing, my ears are ringing.

"No!" I shout, shoving him away and getting out of his lap not much to his surprise. "How could you say that!" I yell. I even hit him. Punching at his chest in anger. Daddy had knelt there almost emotionless as I wailed. I would never accept the fact that my mother, who birthed and raised me into what I am, is now gone.

"She's not dead. She can't be dead!"

I swung open and slammed the front door behind me. I ran outside in the snow. The whole world felt as if it were crashing down around me. As if I were the one who died. I felt the tightness in my chest, almost restricting the air I try desperately to breath in. I screamed. I screamed until my lungs gave out. Till my throat was raw. Until I couldn't feel a goddamn thing.