Accidents II

Chapter 18

Mia's POV

After taking Damon's dirty gym clothes to the laundromat. I decided to talk to Damon about today's plan since Dias is supposedly dropping off Casey at Damon's apartment tonight.

My mind leads to another trail with confusion and worry. I am very worried about Damon. I feel like he's going through things that he isn't telling me about. I want him to know that I'm on his side with everything he is battling. But it isn't like that with Damon, he likes dealing with things on his own and with his own way. He's really hard to open up sometimes which makes me feel useless because I can't really do anything if he doesn't tell me the problem. The thing that ticks me off is that he expects me to forget like nothing is wrong. It upsets me seeing him that way.

"Today, Dias is going on a date.." I start and look at Damon's uninterested expression as he drives. "Her date has a daughter who I'll be babysitting-"

"What?" He interrupts.

I stay silent.

"He has a kid?"

"Uhm..yes,"

He makes a look and asks "How old is he?"

"He's old enough to be a dad," I try to be lowkey. I don't think sharing this to Damon was the best idea since he can be brutally honest.

"What the fuck?" He scoffs and raises his brows, he's already being judgemental, "She's a fucking nineteen year old student, is that even aloud?"

"Damon," I press.

He laughs a little and shakes his head like it's some kind of sick joke, which bothers me. I get that Arthur is probably over ten years older than her but she seemed pretty happy and confident about it. If I were ever in the state to stop this date, I would've. But that's not Dias, if she wants something she'll get it and she won't let anything come in the way of it. I know it's harsh for me to say, but I hope the date doesn't impress Dias so much that she'll go on another with him.

Damon parks the car in the lot and gets straight out. I follow from behind him, but scatter next to him.

"I was wondering if you wanted to babysit her with me?"

"I'm not..watching over a kid," he walks a bit faster.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"I don't want to fucking babysit," he says slower this time.

"Why is this triggering you so much?"

"Maybe because I don't fucking like kids," he says in my face.

"So you wouldn't want kids in the future with me?" Did I say that out loud?

Maybe he doesn't since what happened last time. I feel like crying right now but I manage to hold it in.

He groans and rubs his face with his hand, "Why are you bringing this up, now?" He raises his voice at me.

"Do you not see a future with me?" I don't know what's up with me but now I feel really insecure.

"Of course I fucking do..I'm just not ready yet. We're still really young. I don't want things to rush between us,"

"I know that," I reassure him with a nod.

He looks at me for awhile and turns around to open the front entrance. Two other couples enter the elevator and wrap their arms around each other. The man stares at her when she's not looking and brightly smiles. I feel a huge pit rising and growing in my stomach.

I call Dias and let her know that I can't babysit. I'm not in a good mood anymore and I don't feel like babysitting anyways. I'm somehow exhausted all of a sudden. She asks me if she needs me to cancel the date to come see me, but I politely decline.

I hang the coat on the rack and lay on the couch and pull the small blanket over me as Damon's phone rings. All he says is yes and no.

"Who was that?" I ask getting up.

"No one," he quickly says.

"Let me guess...Emma?" I say with attitude.

"She drunk called me, it doesn't matter alright,"

"If it didn't matter why didn't you tell me it was her in the first place?"

"I didn't want to make it a lot bigger then it seemed,"

"But why does it feel like it is a big deal?" I sob.

"There's nothing going on between us Mia, for fuck sakes," he shouts.

"I can't do this right now," I get up.

"What'd you mean you cant do this? You fucking came at me," he continues to shout at me.

"You keep shouting at me, I don't need that right now," I raise my voice.

He scoffs, and stands in my way as I try to get to his room. My hands push at him a couple of times but he still stands in my way.

"Just leave me alone," I say.

He stomps away from me and pushes the rack down, while throwing the glass vase across the wooden floor then walks out of the door slamming it shut.