THE MOB

Denying Feelings

Justin

I placed my hands on my head and held a tight grip on my hair lightly pulling at it too. I didn't know what was going on with me at that moment. Everything seemed so...odd. That special moment- to call it some way - Bates and I had, was so warm and It felt kind of good, but still it felt weird. Don't get me wrong, I think I even enjoyed it, but that is what scares me the most, the fact that I actually enjoyed that hug.

Damian walked in and looked at my concerned expression before giving me a smirk and sitting down next to me. He patted my back and lightly chuckled.

"What's wrong, man?" I shook my head and laughed at how stupid this all was yet it had a really strong effect on me.

"This girl man. I don't know, I feel so odd when we are in the same room." I sat back so my whole body was lying on the couch because I didn't have any more strength in me. "Fuck she was here less than twelve hours and I felt like a lot happened." He frowned and interrupted me.

"Wait! She was here?" Damian asked shocked and I nodded slowly.

"Yeah. It's kind of a long story." I scratched the back of my neck as the events of last night repeated themselves on my mind. I know I would be a hypocrite from me to say that beating the living shit out of someone is just off limits because well I'm in a fucking gang, but when I saw how that bastard kicked and hit bates non stop, it just made me want to be sick and if I could and she wasn't there watching it, I would of killed him then and there.

"We've got time." Damian smiled while looking at his watch and I shook my head, a small smile forming on my face.

"Well, I went to her house last night just to ask her about this Edward guy because he seemed to be after her." I made a pause to check if Damian was following.

"And you didn't text her because?" He asked with a small smirk on his face and I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know man, I just thought that these kind of things, like you don't speak about them over the phone or something!"

Okay, maybe a part of that was kind of a lie and maybe I think she's beautiful and I wanted to see her gorgeous body. But that's it. "When I reached her house I heard her scream and cry so I climbed up her balcony and this dude who I think is her father was beating her almost to death. So I knocked him out." Once again I made a pause.

"And you went to help her because?" He trailed off. Was he serious?

"What did you want me to do? Would you have walked away if you were me?" I looked at him in pure shock.

"Yeah. It's her problem not mine, it's none of my business" I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Well, I didn't walk away. I went and helped her and brought her here." Damian's smirk got slightly bigger.

"And you brought her here because?" I interrupted him.

"BRUH! shut the fuck up !" He let out a small chuckle, the smirk still on his face.

"I took care of her, kind of, I mean I cleaned her wounds and shit. I let her take a shower and sleep on my bed."

I remembered all those small moments that occurred in a matter of minutes. How I stood completely frozen when I walked in to the blurry sight of her naked body taken a shower, the look she gave me when I cleaned her wounds, the way we hugged when I comforted her, the small kiss she placed on my cheek. Everything was so good yet so fucked up and wrong to me.

"Then she left the next morning." He cocked one eyebrow as if saying 'You are shitting me, right?'.

I let out a sigh. "No, that's not it. After I cleaned her, I kind of comfort her, we hugged, she cried, I hushed her, then we slightly pulled away and like...I don't know."