3 | Let Me Heal Those Tingling Sensations
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“Entonces, te importa decirme por qué volviste tarde a casa, con Damon” Mum winks at me whilst stirng her tea as she settles down besides me on the couch.
[So, mind telling me why you came back home late, with Damon]
“No es lo que piensas mama,” I mumbled grabbing the remote from the table, she chuckles nudging my shoulders.
[Its not what you think, mum.]
“No te culpo, es guapo y español, eso es dos en uno.” I couldn’t help the laugh that left my mouth, mum nudges me once more before I put on my favourite Netflix show. Good girls, I have never met someone as beautiful as Rio. I mean, wow. This man was an absolute beauty. He looks like Damon, but Damn being much bulkier, and more tattoos all over his neck, hands and I wonder if there are more down there.
[I don’t blame you, he handsome and Spanish, that’s two in one.]
He never used to have tattoos, nor muscles. But when he disappeared for a few years, it was expected. Only Jake knew why he left, which spirited my detective skills inside, why did you leave Damon?
That’s all I want to know, and that business yesterday? Where did you take me? And where are you getting fifteen grands from? I hear my phone ringing as I excuse myself from my mother, notifying her I will be right back.
“Do your thing baby girl, the tele is mine for the day.” I kiss her cheeks, answering the phone, I rest it against my ears
“You owe me fifteen grands.” I whisper stepping outside.
“Sophia-”
“You got me f*****g arrested, Luke!” I shouted at him. “I went to jail because you couldn’t take your drugs with you, why do you even have drugs in the first place?”
“It’s been tough Sophia; my mother’s medical bill are back and-this is the only way.”
“As much as I love you, I can’t do this again. Damon-”
“Damon?” He whispers, a flow of jealousy ran through his voice.
“He was my only choice-”
“You could’ve called me Sophia,”
“And what? Pay fifteen thousand?”
“I would have gotten my father to bail you out for free.”
“It’s fine, Damon came within seconds, and he didn’t tell my brother, which is a good thing.”
“Right, I was just checking up on you but I have a problem and I need your help.”
“They took the drugs Jake,”
“I know, and now I’m in debt with them, do you think Damon might know them?” He mumbles.
“What-What do you mean ‘Them’?”
“Really bad people Sophia, I just need you to ask Damon if he knows a man called Sparrow. Please.” I sigh, looking ahead of me to see Damon and Jake exiting out of Damon’s car, throwing the soccer ball around. Damon links eyes with me for a second as Jake’s scruffs up my hair.
“Mum! What did yo make? I’m f*****g hungry!”
“Language!” I ended the phone with Luke, and before Damon stepped inside, I grabbed onto his arm. He stops, glancing down at me.
“I need to ask you a question.” I whisper, he glances at the open door as I stand up from the steps. I release my hold from him and rub my arms nervously, something about his auroa frightens me slightly. I don’t know what it is, but he has this power with people. Even me. Which I don’t like to admit. He nods his head, “do you know a guy called Sparrow?”
And with that, he smashed the door closed. I gasp as he glances around. “How do you know him? How do you know his name?”
“I-I-I.”
“I what? I’m asking you a question Sophia, did he come up to you? Did he hurt you?” He looks at me, up and down checking if I was okay.
“No-No, I-the drugs belonged to him, and now Luke-”
“I don’t want you hanging out with Luke anymore,” he said freely.
“What?”
“Luke is bad news, do you understand? Sparrow is not a good guy, he will go after anyone, so I am telling you now. Stay.” He took a step closer to me. “Away. Another step. “From.” Another steps. “Luke.” He whispers, his lips against my own as he dropped his head to meet my height. His arms resting above my head, locking me in, caging me. My heart skips a thousand beats.
“Or what?” A sinister smile spreads across his lips.
“He will disappear.”
Dinner was awkward. His eyes never left my own, it was like we were having some sort of staring competition. Jake is talking about the soccer match of Friday, and all that. He still never left his gaze on my own. A phone vibrated on the table; Damon picks it up before excusing himself. He walks out into the garden.
“I’m going to get ketchup.” I whisper standing up, I rush into the kitchen, seeing the back door open. I lean towards it, listening in on his phone call. I see his hands against his ears, as the other rubbing the back of his neck.
“Non era questo l'accordo che abbiamo fatto.” He wasn’t speaking Spanish; he was speaking Italian? Luckily from classes, I know a few words. And he was talking about something to do with a deal? What deal?
[That wasn’t the deal we made]
“Non me ne frega niente, non sto combattendo per meno di cinquecentomila.” And that, I didn’t understand a single word.
[I don’t f*****g care, I am not fighting for under five hundred thousand]
“Twenty-one, Hendon Street Lane, tomorrow at nine pm.” My eyes widen, an address, I grab my phone and type it in. Before I glance up and see him no longer there. “What did you learn?” My body snaps around as I bump into his chest, he stands in front of me. How did he get here so quick?
“Nothing, I didn’t understand anything you said.”
“You know princess, you’re lucky your you. Because if anybody else did that,” he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ears, and lifts up my chin to meet his perfect eyes. “I would break their hands and make sure they never hear again.” Fear is natural and there to keep you alive and happy, yet where it has been weaponised and fashioned into a cage, one is honour bound to break free.
But this fear, was different. Because I believe him.
“Is this what you do?” He raised an eyebrow. “You like it when people fear you, nobody likes you.”
“Disfruto viendo a la gente temerme en lugar de gustarme.” He whispers deeply. “El miedo te da poder, el poder te da dinero. Que te guste alguien no te da nada.”
[I enjoy watching people fear me instead of like me]
[Fear gives you power, power gives you money. Liking somebody gets you nothing.]
“It gets you love; it gets you a safe place. Vas a coger un resfriado, del hielo dentro de tu alma.”
[You’re going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul.]
“Good.” He responds.
“Darling, can you not find the ketchup-” I immediately push him away from me, my mother’s mouth drops before she turns around and walks back out. As iw as about to leave, Damon grabs my arm gently.
“Don’t listen to my phone calls again. Next time, just ask.”
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