Through My Eyes

Chapter Thirteen

HOW CUTE IS DAMON???!!!

Chapter Thirteen

Three days pass when I am immersed in taking care of Damon. Upon my insistent requests, a variety of gauze and medical instruments were brought into the room and it took a while to nurse my love back to health.

He is starting to eat solids on the fourth day; I feel extremely proud of him. Damon is doing well for someone who had been beaten to within an inch of his life. It is then, on that fourth day, that he brings something to my attention.

"Princess." He says. It is a nickname he has taken to calling me in the time he has been bed-ridden. I look at him and stop feeding him the crumpets he is currently having for breakfast.

It is the first thing he has been able to keep down.

"Yes, Damon?" I smile softly at him.

"It is your wedding in three days." Damon looks away, out of the padlocked window.

I swallow a lump in my throat and smooth my black 'mourning' dress, "I know. I was trying to keep your attention away from it."

"Are you going to do it? Or are you going to fight?" Damon asks without a hint of judgement in his tone.

I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my hair, "I don't know. Should I?"

"No." Damon replies.

I look at him, startled into silence, "Why... why... Why not?"

"Because he will kill you. I know he will." Damon looks at me and his eyes are dark and narrowed, shrouded by his lashes, "You have no choice, just like you told me. He will not let you escape this wedding. No one will help us. There is nothing left for us to do."

"You want me to marry him? That monster who put you in such a condition? You think I will marry him without fighting? That is not possible, not in this lifetime and not in the next." I retort angrily.

"I will not have you putting yourself in danger, Ellie." He looks at me sternly, "I have contacts in Stonegate. They can help us, but for now, you have to go along with this. You have to marry him, okay?"

"But I can't leave you..." I trail off, "He will... He will try to..."

"If he tries to touch you, remember, you have the power of refusal. You can walk straight of his room." Damon cups my cheek, "You don't have to give up completely. There is still hope for us."

"Is there?" I look at him, my eyes brimming with hot and salty tears, "How many times do you think we can escape unscathed? How many times will it take for him to finally snap and kill you? What if we get caught?"

"We won't!" Damon snaps at me, as if he is dismayed I would even think like that.

"We're in too deep, Damon. He is more dangerous than we ever thought. We need more than contacts. We need a miracle to escape him. Emmanuel is so intent on ravaging my life, he won't let me go so easily."

Damon is speechless for a moment as he processes my words, "So, what are you trying to say, Ellie? You don't trust me? You don't think I can get you out of this?"

I push my hair back with a hand and sigh, "No! I trust you, Damon, I trust you more than myself. However, we must be practical."

Damon sighs, "You're right. I know it, but I cannot make myself agree with it. I have no idea how to make you safe anymore. I feel like such a failure."

"Damon." I say, "We can't sit here and beat ourselves up about this. We have to be active, we have to launch a plan, we have to do something."

"I will have to find a way to communicate to the people in Stonegate. They owe me a couple of favours; the least they can do is help us."