Damon | Blacks | Secret

8 | Let Me Warm That Up

I was home alone, just great. We love when your mum and siblings go on a two-week vacation to see my Aunt Lisa. My mum doesn't even like her, she just went for the crack to be honest. And they left me. Alone. I pause the TV once I hear something out of the ordinary, I turn to face the door, hearing nothing. I switch the TV on again, only to hear a pan drop. I immediately got to my feet and grabbed the lamp post.

I took deep breaths, shaking my hands before stepping inside the kitchen. I look around and see a dark figure by the fridge, "who's there? I called the police." I shouted.

Just as I was about to walk closer, the wire in the lamp held me back forcefully before I flew to the floor. The lamp smashed in pieces besides me. The lights flicked on and I cover my eyes from the brightness. Once I saw Damon I screamed and sat up almost immediately grabbing onto my chest. He was f****d up. Blood trembling down his nose, down his eyebrows, bruises all over his arms. "What the f**k happened to you?"

"I got jumped. That's what f*****g happened. Where's Jake?" He said deeply, I stand up from the ground, brushing of the glass from my arms.

"He left two hours ago to go see my Aunt." I whisper.

"When's he coming back?"

"Not for another two weeks. You look really bad, let me help you." He shakes his head about to walk away before I hold onto his arms. "Damon, you need help. We need to go to the hospital."

"No. I don't."

"Then let me at least clean you up." He glances down at my hand touching his arm. Before he gazes right back at me. I give him a nod of acceptance and he settles down onto the dining stool. He tried to hide the fact he was in pain, but I knew he was really bad. I open the cupboard and grub the medical aid box. I walk towards him, standing in front of him as I open the box. Taking out alcohol wipes.

"Who jumped you?" I mumbled, holding onto his face as I step between his legs. Wiping of the blood from airing his face, he never answered my question. He didn't even look me in the face. Once I finished with his face, I added a plaster on his eyebrows to stop the bleeding. His arm resting on the table. I look at his eyes, he stares into my own. I push my glasses in and look away.

“Some fuckers.” He whispers, I wipe the blood from underneath his nose, before grabbing his hands gently from the counter, I notice the blood oozing itself out from his knuckles. I turn to the box and take out more wipes, cleansing the area, Damon used his other hand to rub onto his forehead. Thinking roughly. I wanted to know what was going on, how he ended up like this?

I wrap his knuckles with clean bandages, “how many?” I asked.

“A lot. And they still lost.”

“Why would they hurt you?”

“Sofia, stop with the questions.” He orders, I gulp my saliva down and finish him up.

"Okay, that's done. You can have a shower; I will get you some of Jakes clothes. Not that they're going to fit. Since Jake is a stick." I tried to make a joke but it didn't go well, he nods his head walking past me. And up the stairs, I throw away the bloody pads, and put the box back in the cupboard. Washing my hands, I look around and see the back door open before closing it, and making sure it was locked this time.

I head upstairs, pushing open the door to Jakes room. I take out a fresh towel, and shorts along with a black shirt and boxers. I make sure to close his door behind me, I knock on the bathroom door this time. "Damon? I got you towels, I forgot to tell you there isn't one in the-"

The moment he opens the door, my eyes widen in shock, he was fully naked. His hair soaked in beautiful brown curls, he glances down at the towel and clothes in my hands but I was to indulged in his body to say anything. Water drops of every tattoo, sliding down his perfect torso-

"Can I have the towel?" I snapped out of his gaze and closed my eyes before throwing the clothes at him and closing the door.

"What the hell!" I shouted.

"You're a bit delayed in the reaction, princess." He says from the other side of the door. I push my hair behind my head before the door opens once more. This time, he was wearing short and the shirt that was tight around his body leaving nothing to imagination. He ruffles up his hair with the towel. "And you're still standing here, wanted to see more?" He whispered seductively.

"Yes-No! I mean no. I-No." I stuttered; he rose an eyebrow. I rub my forearm before he grabs his phone from the counter near the sink of the bathroom.   “Damon, would you?” He gazed at me; his eyes sorely connected to my own. As if, as if it was a sincere magnet.

“Would I what?”

“Be truthful with your feelings? I know sometimes, you act like this big bad wolf, I know sometimes, you get tired of putting up this certain act. But you don’t need to do that-”

“Stop talking Sophia.”

“But I want you to know, around me, you don’t need to act like this. You can be free, free with your feelings, free with your hurt-”

“Enough Sophia.”

“I don’t know your past, but I feel like you’ve been hurt but I’m here for you-”

“God dammit enough!” I stumbled back as he raised his voice at me, he pulls himself. “I don’t need anyone; do you f*****g understand?” He shouts, I nod my head continuously as he steps towards me. Looking me up and down, I feel fear sprite in my heart.

 “Why don’t you f*****g help yourself before giving others advice? Why don’t you sort your own life out? Because what I saw, your life isn’t perfect.” Sprite with fear and drops with heart break, “I know you lie about eating, i know you starve yourself at school. But you don’t see me coming up to you and giving you a-”

“I get it,” I whisper. I look down at the ground, feeling my legs shake slightly from sadness.

“You can hide yourself forever by wearing baggy clothing Sophia, Just as I can with my so-called emotions. You’re not my girlfriend, nor will you ever be. I don’t lower my standards to someone like you.” He was right, why would a man like him lower his standards for someone like me? He pushes past me and takes his leave without another word. I stay in my one place, staring at the bathroom before me. 

My lips quiver as a drop of tear leaves my eyes, the glass like drop fall down my cheeks towards my neck and as I wept my tears in silence, it roared through the heavens.