"Daddy, please don't. Please don't hurt me anymore." A little brown-haired boy with bright blue eyes is curled up in the corner. His eye is black and blue, blood is running down the side of his face.
"Clem." Damon shakes me softly and I open my eyes.
"Are you okay?" He's holding me tightly.
"I think you were having a nightmare or something." He pulls the covers up to my chin and my head fits perfectly onto his shoulder.
"What time is it?" He kisses my forehead before I look up at the clock.
"Shit!" I whip the covers off my body and quickly wrap myself with a blanket from Ashley's bed.
"I'm going to be late." As I head towards the bathroom, I see him sit up on his forearms, still laying on the floor.
"What time does it start?" He rubs his eyes. Messy hair, blued eyed, half-asleep Damon is quite adorable.
"11, but I have to be there thirty minutes early." I start the shower and shut the bathroom door. When I'm finished, I wrap a towel around me and pull back the shower curtain. The door is standing wide open and Damon is leaning in the doorway.
"I have to get ready." I look him up and down admiring what is standing in front of me, flaws and all. Only a blanket wrapped around his waist.
"I can help you with that." He walks towards me and pushes my lower back against the sink, I quickly grip my towel with both hands.
"No, you can't because if you do, I will never leave." He picks me up and sits me on the sink, my back now hitting the mirror.
"Like I said before..." He stands between my legs and kisses my neck. "This won't take long."
"Clem! Are you in there?" Pete's voice brings me back to reality.
"Jesus, what is with these guys..." I cover Damon's mouth.
"Yea, one second. I'm just getting ready. Actually, I'll meet you there." I yell back and look at Damon.
"You need to leave," I whisper and pull my hand off his mouth.
"What?" He says and crosses his arms. The dress my grandmother got me is hanging in my closet, there is no way I'm wearing my mothers. She's not even going to be there.
"Everything okay?" Pete yells again.
"Yea, fine. Just woke up late." I tip toe around the room carefully, hoping Pete can't hear me moving around.
"You need to go he can't see you."
"What do you mean he can't see me? Who the hell is it?" He says as he watches me struggle to find my dress in the closet.
"Alright, I got your coffee, I'll just see you there then." I hear Pete walk away from the door. This would shatter him...
I take a deep breath, "He's my best friend, he doesn't know about you yet."
"Well, let's change that." Damon walks towards the front door and I step in front of him.
"No." My hand is on his chest and he stops. "I'm sorry, it's just I want to tell him okay? I don't think you answering the door half-naked would be the best way for him to find out." He looks down at me and tilts my chin up to look him.
He takes a deep breath, "Okay." He smiles and kisses me softly on the lips.
When I'm finished getting ready, I walk out of the bathroom. I'm wearing the light gray silk dress my grandmother got me, a pair of small pearl earrings, black flats, a black sweater, and my curly hair just hits the top of my chest. Damon is sitting on my desk chair, fully dressed in what he was wearing last night.
YOU ARE READING
Swipe Left
Romance"It will be fun," she said. "You need to get out more," she said. "Don't be afraid to swipe right," she said. So, I did and met him. The man with the snake tattoo that slithered up his arm. the man with the messy brown hair, deep blue eyes, and dimp...
