Hallows Night

3 more days

Damien POV

Bella wasn’t at school today. I heard her cousin says she was sick. He is trying hard to befriend me. I’m not sure if I should be friends with him. Bella seemed to not like him.

“So what’s up with your cousin anyways” I ask him.

“She’s a worthless s**t don’t waist your time.” He says to me like it’s normal.

I’m trying my hardest to keep the demon at bay. It is not liking how he is talking about our mate. He continues talk about something else. I can’t pay attention I just need to hear from my Bella. She hasn’t text me since this morning and it’s almost 3. The ball rings and i head home when my phone pings.

It was Bella. At least she’s still alive! Should I stop by or just wait. I slowly walk to her house and look inside her bedroom window and she her laying in bed in a b*a and shorts. I know I should t be watching her but I see her bruises and battered body and I’m set off. I take a picture and head to my dad office. Someone’s going to pay!

I burst into my dads office.

“Damien what is wrong!” My dad practically yells at me.

“Look” I say shoving my phone in his face.

I look at him and see his eyes are now black as well.

“Where did you get this photo from son”

“I took it outside her bedroom window. She didn’t come to school today so I stoped by and peaked in her window and I found her like that. I thought her uncle is abusing her and I was right Dad.”

“I will talk to your mom and we will make a plan to get her out of there”

“I think she had actually planned to move out Saturday after she turned 18. I don’t want to wait that long though.”

“We will figure it out son. Why don’t you make her a get well box and slip a note in there to let her know we are going to help her. Her cousin said she was sick right? So all you know if she is sick don’t let me know you know she is being abused or they will not let you in.”

“Thanks dad” I say as I run out of his office and to the d**g store. I grab chocolates, soup, bandaids, a new sketch pad and charcoal penciled. I put them in a gift bag and headed to her house.

I text Bella.

-hey sick lady. I have a get well bag for you if you want to come open the door for me.

-your here?

-I’ll be down in a few minutes

Bella opens the front door. She has a log sleeve hoodie on and leggings on. She has covered up her bruised face with makeup. I hand her the bag and smile. A man comes up behind her.

“Who is this Bella?” He asked

“Th th this is my friend for school. He dropped off a get well bag since i was sick for school today” she stuttered out.

“It was nice of you to come by. Bella should really be in bed..” he says

“I’ll see you tomorrow Bella. I hope you feel better. It was nice to meet you sir I say politely.”

I wanted to ripe his head off but I kept my demon at bay.

I slowly walk away and head back up to Bella’s window and I see her come back up to her room and open the bag. I see her smile and the stuff and find the note I put in the book.

~I know you were not sick today. I know your Uncle is hurting you. You are my mate and I will get you out of there and keep you safe.

Love Damien~

She looks terrified. I hope I did the right thing.

Bella’s POV

I can’t believe he stopped by with a get well bag. I can’t believe he knows I’m being abused. How does he know. Did he just figure it out?

Wait wait wait. He’s my mate. I do I not know. I slap myself on the forehead. He’s 18 and I’m not so he can sense it and I can’t. I feel so stupid.

I sit on my bed rereading the note over and over again. Thankfully my uncle just thinks he’s a kid from school.

I wondering how he will keep me safe. Should I pack a bag tomorrow and not come home. What are the cops going to do. I turn 18 Friday and tomorrow is Thursday. After I will be gone for 24hrs I will be 18. What are they going to do. I decide to text Damien.

-thank you for the get well bag.

- your welcome sweetheart.

-how did you figure it out? Why didn’t you tell me we where mates?

-I had a feeling after our first meeting that someone was hurting you but when I stopped by today and saw you laying on your bed I knew. And I deduced that your uncle was doing it to you.

And I was going to talk to you today about being mates and meeting my parents but you didn’t come to school today.

- im sorry you got a broken witch as a mate.

-you are not broken. You are beautiful and I am lucky to have you.

-tomorrow would you like to come over after school and meet my parents. My mom wants to meet you. And throw a party for you lol.

I could t help but smile.

-sure I would like that.

I lay down and drift off to sleep thinking about Damien.