Damaged

New Understandings

Jessica's POV:

         By the time we got home and into the house, Damien and Johnny were having an argument in the foyer. I rolled my eyes.

          I took a book from my bag and slammed it into the wall. The loud bang had both men looking our way. I felt a little peeved. Johnny was about to storm off like he usually does, but I caught his arm and dragged him to the dining room. 

         Daniel stayed back to talk to Damien. I let go of his arm and pointed to the chair. We are all getting frustrated because they have been fighting on and off. I’m starting to get fed up with this.

         Johnny sat down. I turned my chair towards him and sat down.   

         “Johnny what is going on with you and Damien? I know you are pushing your father away. I see it. Every. Single. Day. I see you trying to start with him. Why are you fighting him?” I inquired through my phone.

           He didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just sat there and sulked like a child. I sighed. I got close to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

          “I don’t like seeing you like this.” My raspy voice came out. He stiffened and turned his head towards me. His eyes bulging from his head. He then relaxed and blew out a breath.

           “It’s because he left mom and did such a thing to her. He hurt her and her unborn child, my sibling. He never came to see me. He never even tried to call me and send me a letter,” he ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled deeply. 

           “I did,” a voice said behind the door. “I called morning, noon, and night. Until they finally unplugged the phone. I sent you letters everyday that ended up getting sent back. I would’ve kept you if your mother hadn’t snuck off with you in the night. Your mother broke me the moment she killed our child, but I was even more broken without my son. My world died the moment she took you from me,” his voice broke my heart.

           “Then why would she tell me all that she did?” Johnny asked. 

           “I wanted to have more children and your mother didn’t. When she aborted your sibling. I broke down asking her why. She could’ve told me, but instead she lied and hid everything from me. I tried to make it work, but your mother was never the same after our first fight over this. We fought and fought and I realized that she hated me. She loved you, but she blamed me that she had to do what she did. I wasn’t being serious, but she took it seriously. I threatened with divorce, and she accepted. She went to the courthouse the next day filing for our divorce. I still loved your mother. After everything became finally she fled with you in the dead of night. I tried in every way to contact you, but she blocked me from contacting you. After three years I tried to go there to confront her, but she made sure I couldn’t get near her. I broke even more. Not being able to see my child and my ex wife trying to cut all communication, I ran and hid in the darkest depths of the world. I felt dead to the world. I tried to die, that is until I was visited by an angel in the form of a child in a dream.”  

     Damien’s POV: 

            “I had just fallen asleep in a cave in lush forests of India. I was propped up under need a lush apple tree. Across from me was a blonde haired blue eyed little girl. In a white nightgown and surrounded by such a beautiful white light. 

         ‘Are you okay?’ She asked me in her cute voice. She looked to be about 6 years old. She had a dimple in her right cheek. She tilted her head.    

       ‘No I’m not okay,’ I said to the angel. 

       ‘Why?’ She asked.

       ‘I want to see my son, but I’m not even allowed near him,’ I said to the angel. 

       ‘Wait until he’s eighteen. You’ll be able to see him then. She can’t keep you away from him forever,’ she said. 

        ‘How did you know she was involved?’ I asked the angel.

        ‘Who else would be keeping you away from your child than the mother herself.’ The angel stated 

         ‘Your such a smart child. Are you an angel?’ I asked her.

          ‘Maybe I am, but maybe I’m a normal girl who just doesn’t want people to suffer.’ She huffed looking at me with such sadness. ‘Get your act together and face your son, but he may hate you or think he has to hate you. Cause sometimes mommies like to put things in their Children’s head to hurt the daddies and vise versa.’ I smiled at her 

            ‘Thank you,’ I whispered. 

            ‘Thank me when we meet again one day. When he doesn’t hate you.’ She faded as she spoke her last words to me. After that I woke up and put myself back together. To get back to you my son.”

  Jessie’s POV: 

          I remember having that dream. It was all fuzzy on the person who was speaking, but now it’s getting clearer. I met him before and I wondered why he seemed so familiar to me.

          “Look I don’t know if I should believe you in this moment. When you meet this girl again maybe I will. Maybe.” Johnny said sternly. “Until then we’ll see how things go.” He left the room to go to his own, but not running away this time. He just walked like he was in his own thoughts. He went through the kitchen. 

             I opened the door leading to the hallway. Damien sat on the floor knees to chest, and forearms on his knees. He was playing with his fingers. His head down. He seems kind of anxious. 

        I put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me anxiety clouding his eyes. I crouched on his right side, because he was to the right of the doorway. 

        I stared straight into his brown eyes. It’s like I could really get lost in them. They remind me of dark chocolate. I love dark chocolate. I could seriously lose myself in them.

         “It’ll be okay,” I rasped. “He just has a lot to think about,” I smiled. My throat hurts, so I grabbed my phone. 

           “Give him some time. They may get worse or they may get better. It may also go both ways. Now if you’ll excuse me, the first chapter of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ awaits me,” my phone said. Without waiting for an answer I went back into the dining room to grab my shoulder bag and made my way upstairs. But I was stopped by Damien’s voice.

            “You look beautiful,” making me blush yet again.  

            “Thank you,” my phone spoke heading my way upstairs.