August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series

Chapter 15- YEYEYEYEYE IM D A M I E N

Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use

Damien's P.O.V.

-Tuesday September 14th-

Josiah slept in the guest room across from mine.

I don't think anyone's ever actually stayed there before.

Last night was...really emotional.

I wish he didn't have to go home. He looked so scared.

When my alarm goes off in the morning for school, I groan and turn it off, getting up and stretching.

I doubt Josiah is up yet...

I get out of bed, not bothering to change out of my pajama pants yet, and I knock hesitantly on his door.

He doesn't answer.

I open it a little and say, "Josiah? Are you up yet?"

"No."

I peek in and he's still in bed.

"Well, get up. I'm making pancakes."

Pierre doesn't come in till 11:00 anyway.

"You're making pancakes?" He sits upright slowly.

"Yuh. Come help."

"You're not going to let me help." He chuckles softly.

"No, but cooking alone is boring." I lean against the door frame and stare at him.

His hair is all over the place.

He rubs his eyes and shoots a sleepy smile in my direction and my heart melts a little bit.

"...Come on, loser." I say, heading out the door.

He gets up and follows me. "Pancakes are easy to make. I can help."

"You can watch." I say, making sure to go down the stairs first.

"That's dumb. I can't see. What's the point in watching?"

"Cause I said so. Do you have to question everything?"

I lead him into the kitchen and get the ingredients out.

"Would it be dumber to wear an apron and no shirt or just nothing at all?" I laugh, realizing I didn't change.

"Why would you wear an apron with no shirt? Aprons are- Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" He questions.

I shrug then remember he can't see. "I don't sleep in them and I didn't change yet."

"Go put clothes on."

"I'm not naked."

"I don't care. Put a shirt on. I'm uncomfortable."

"Why?" I ask, my turn to question him. You can't see."

"It doesn't matter. I don't like knowing."

I smile, "What if I put an apron on?"

"Please don't fight with me on this. I'm serious."

"Whatever." I say, "Stay here."

I run upstairs and grab a random shirt off my floor. It's a workout tank top, but whatever.