20.
1571 Words
This room is pitch dark.
This was my first observation when I woke up with an urgent need to empty my bowels but when I tried standing up, there was a heavy weight stopping me. I tried a second time only to get the same result. I tried pushing the weight off me for a change.
"Can you stop doing that...I'm trying to get some sleep here." Damon groaned out.
Wait, Damon?!
"What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out now." I yelled pushing him to the floor.
"Ouch. Are you crazy?" Damon grumbled just as the lights came on. "Just so you know, this isn't your room." He said rubbing his back.
I looked around me and truly, it looked nothing like my room. Why didn't he take me home?
"Why did you bring me to your house?" I asked my tone more composed than when I pushed him.
"Someone decided to be dumb and take the sleeping pills in the car. So I couldn't open your house door when we got there." He said giving me an accusing look.
He moved closer to a walk-in closet and was about opening it before he turned back to me with a smirk.
That smirk couldn't be good.
"By the way, you can return my shirt when you like. Suits you though. And don't bother, I got you changed with the lights off and my eyes closed and I was a perfect gentleman." He winked before going into the closet.
Asshole.
I am going to kill him.
My cheeks were definitely red by now, but I'm not sure if it's because Damon had changed me or because of the fact that I realized he was completely shirtless and I enjoyed the view.
After cussing Damon out in my head for another two minutes, I finally stood up and ran to the bathroom. I finished using the toilet and just as I was about putting my underwear back on, I realized that the pad was soaked and blood had spilled over.
I was terribly stained. And so was the back of Damon's shirt.
If Damon's shirt was stained that means the bed-
"Shit." I said in realization.
I quickly washed my hands and ran out of the bathroom silently hoping that Damon was still in the closet so I could clean the sheets or at least pull them out.
I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me, because the sight before me was embarrassing.
Damon stood right next to the side where I slept and was looking intensely at a spot on the bed. His brows were furrowed in concentration.
Yep. I was screwed.
"Sorry?" I said feeling so ashamed.
Damon just looked up at me with a blank face and went back to looking at the spot on the bed.
"Damon. I really didn't mean to let this happen the sleeping pills knocked me out and I couldn't wake up to change. Don't worry I'll-"
"Kim can you just shut up for a minute." Damon said walking towards me.
For a split second I was scared he was going to really lash out, but to my surprise he placed a pack of pads in my hand.
"You should probably clean up and change, I'm sure it's uncomfortable being soaked. I'll take care of the sheets. What happened is natural and I have a sister, it's no big deal." He said and left the room.
What just happened?
Where is the asshole who would have rubbed it in my face and made so many snarky and degrading comments.
Where is Damon?
In order not to make things worse, I went back to bathroom and cleaned myself up.
By the time I was done and came out, the bed was laid with new sheets and my clothes were neatly placed on the bed.
I picked them up and changed into them.
******************************************
"Thanks a lot for the help today and sorry about your shirt and your sheets." I said nervously to Damon.
I was never nervous, never ever, but after the little incident I felt weird around Damon. And he made matters worse because he didn't show any sign of how he felt.
He looked at me weirdly and was about saying something when the bell rang. Damon went to get the door leaving me alone in his room.
Gosh! Can I just go home already? This dude is making me feel so self conscious.
"The plumber is here to fix some water issue in the kitchen, so I'll just walk you home quickly and join him. That's okay with you right?" He asked picking up his jacket.
"Uh...yeah. Thank you." I mentally face palmed myself.
"Kimora Martins...nervous. That's a first." His words were laced with mockery.
We got downstairs and were about to leave when someone called Damon.
"Sir, I'll have to leave to get new bolts and I'll be right back." I turned back to see who it was and all the blood in my body drained from me.
"You." I screamed as I lunged at him. "You son of a bitch." I cussed as I hit him.
"Kim stop. What the hell is wrong with you?!” Damon said pulling me away from him.
I kept thrashing and trying to get out of Damon's hold.
"Nothing is wrong with me. He should be rotting in hell." I screamed and lunged for him again.
Damon looked at me confused but told the plumber to leave and maybe come back later. All this while I didn't stop screaming profanities while the man just looked confused.
Just incase you're wondering. That's the asshole who r***d me.
The motherfucker won't get away just like that. I'm going to track him and ruin him.
"Care to tell me what just happened?" Damon said coming towards me after shutting the door.
I couldn't say anything. The memory of that night came rushing back. All the voices jumbled in my heard.
How dirty I felt that night on my way back home, all the mistakes I made after then just to make myself forget.
I couldn't, I just couldn't.
"Kim say something, please." Damon said pulling me in for a hug.
"I'm dirty." I croaked out.
"You just had a shower, so you're not." He said probably in an attempt to lighten things.
"You don't get it Damon. I can't, I just can't." I said standing up and going straight to the door. I couldn't be near anyone.
"Stop! Maybe I'll get it if you told me." Damon said holding onto my hand, my skin still kinda hurt.
"I was f*****g r***d dammit. And that motherfucker just happens to be the culprit." I screamed in his face and crumpled to the floor in tears.
"f**k" I heard Damon gasp and he had another set of choice words but I just couldn't listen.
He soon joined me on the ground and held me while all I did was cry. He said some soothing things but my brain was currently a mess so I couldn't make his words out.
I don't know how long we sat there. But all my nerves were calm now and as much as I dreaded ever doing this, I knew I had to tell Damon what happened.
"I think we need to talk." I said not really sure of myself.
"You don't have to if you're not ready." He said pulling me closer.
I knew he was definitely curious as hell, so I ignored his comment and narrated the whole thing, starting from Hope's brother.
At some point, I was angry and cussed a lot and at other points few tear drops fell while I talked. Damon was quiet all through, although he laughed when I cussed at Hope's brother and he tried to calm me down when I cried.
In summary, I'll say it was a great feeling letting it all out for once.
******************************************
When I was through with telling Damon everything, he advised me to confront the plumber and take the matter up legally. He even offered to help, apparently his dad is a prominent lawyer.
"Hey if you need to talk I'm just few blocks away." Damon said as we stood at the front porch to my house.
"Thank you, for everything." I said and for once I was actually grateful I met this asshole.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Crazy, I really wanted to kick you out, I don't enjoy people painting my sheets red, but I guess being your host was worth it." He joked.
There goes all my hope that he really had a good bone in him.
"Goodnight Kim." He said and smirked.
I simply stood there in shock.
Not because he told me goodnight. He...he kissed me very close to my lips. And the asshole did that on purpose.
Ugh.
I hate boys.
- Writer
