Damon | Blacks | Secret

6 | Let Me Have A s****l Need For You

There is a kind of relaxation that comes at the midpoint of the bridge, letting one's feet full rest, remaining in an extended moment, hearing the blues of the water sing in reflected sunlight notes. The bridge had graced this landscape for all of living memory and to my heart it was source of joy, for it was how we visited friends upon the other side. Cars rush past me as I sat on the lent of it, my feet dangling above the ocean. The night sky.

The night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear. I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands.

Stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. It was a vastness to bring humbleness and an eternal space to bring gratitude for the cosiness of home. I breathe out, feeling the wind push my hair back.

“That was quiet the scene.” I hear Damon’s voice. I look down to see two arms conjoined, leaning against the lent. The tattoos provided to my eyes, a beautiful art which has many meanings.

“I just-I don’t understand why he came back. After all those years, he pops out of nowhere.” I whisper out, talking to sky more than him.

“Maybe he wants to change things?”

“Does no one understand? He doesn’t change things! He makes it worse; he ruins everything. Look, now my mother hates me, my brother probably does too, I ruined his own birthday.” I feel him shuffle, before he sits right next to me. Looking down at the soft water, overlapping each other with every night stroke.

“Your brother does not hate you, Sophia.” The way he said my name, the way it left his mouth. It was as if a perfect spiral. The deepness, the urge of it. I glanced down into his brown like eyes, the colour of the wood oak trees. Infused with a slight touch of hazel. Only when you really look at it. Other than that, they are just plain brown. But the perfect colour, as if the sun was shining down at it the entire time.

The entire time, his eyes were locked to my own. His hands reach out and push a strand of my fallen hair behind my ears, slowly. Revealing more of my facial features to him. “No one could ever hate you; your mother was angry because you were speaking facts Sophia. But sometimes, people don’t like hearing the truth.”  

“What if the truth is the only way? He doesn’t deserve us.”

“Sophia, maybe he is trying to do the right thing,”

“It’s too late for that. He had his chance, he could have fixed everything but instead he moved on, got a new family, five kids Damon. Five. Why is my mum even putting up with him?” A long minute of silent, I needed to release. I stand up on the lent of the bridge where I was, Damon immediately snapped his head din my direction.

“What are you doing?”

“Jumping.”

“Are you serious?”

“Oh, come on, stop being such a wuss.” I give him my famous smile, before jumping of the bridge, the air devours and the wind electrocutes my hair before I scream in freedom. As I was coming near the water, I hugged my arms and allowed my body to dilate in the water. I feel the coldness of the water, soak in my body and face. I stayed underwater for a little, escaping the reality.

My mind finally cleared, I open my eyes and see a body dive in. Swimming towards me, it’s arms grab around my waist and pulls me back to shore. The moment I made contact with oxygen, I let out a long laugh, pushing my hair back. I wipe my eyes and the moment I open them; I meet his.

In those brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. “Sophia.” He whispers.

My eyes travelled down to his lips, and I did what I needed. I needed him. I press my hands on his neck, pulling him forward, closer to me. Our lips were inches apart, his nose against my own. I close my eyes, feeling my heart plumping in excitement.

Before a loud siren goes off. I immediately pull away, what on earth was I thinking? Kissing my brothers best friend. A microphone screeches as we turn to face the police car four metres away from us. “You are arrested for trespassing on property, get the f**k out the water.” Great.

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The bars slide shut on us. We both face each other, and that’s when I see his half naked body. Whoa. He had more muscles than any man living. His biceps were bigger than my head and tensed for no reason.  Was that a nine pack? And the tattoos, they were everywhere. The V shape near his- “Are you done eye f*****g me?”

“No, not yet.” I whisper, my eyes widen when I noticed what came out my mouth. Damon scoffs and pushes his wet curls back. We sit down a few metres apart from each other, I look to the side and see him playing with his fingers. I turn to the other side and see all the other people locked up in here in the corner, as if they were hiding from Damon.

“Coños.” I hear Damon whisper; I blurt out a laugh.

[p*****s]

“No entiendo porque te temen.” I ask.

[I don't understand why they fear you]

“Como te dije antes, princesa, poder.”

[Like i told you before princess, power.]

The cage opens, four men get pushed inside. They were shouting, laughing and clearly some were drunk. I see them walking towards me, settling down beside me. “Move over, you fat bitch.” I scoot a little.

“What the f**k did you just call her?” When he speaks, his deep voice is magnetic to the core of who I am, as if he's able to resonate with all of me when others can barely achieve a fraction of it. My head snaps to see Damon staring down at the ground. His fingers interlocked as his elbows rested on his thighs.

“Damon just leave it.”

“I called her a fat b***h, like she is. Ever heard of a gym.”  I cover my stomach with my arms; Damon brushes his nose with his thumb before standing up. He pulls me by my arm and settles me in the corner of the cage.

“Say that again.” Damon growls. I see the biggest one out them all stand but nowhere near could they reach Damon’s height. Damon bent his neck to look at him.

“I said, she’s a fat b***h-” But before he continued, Damon threw a right hook under his jaw, the man tumbles back holding onto his mouth. Damon takes a step forwards and grabs his shirt, pulling him up as if he weighed nothing. I grab onto my mouth in shock as the three other guys stepped away.

“Now, say that again.”

“Nothing man, I didn’t say nothing. Please.”  The guys hands lift up to surrender. The cage door flung open as two officers rush, they grab Damon by the arms and try their hardest to drag him to the floor.

“Let go of him!” I shout, they smash the front of his body against the concrete floor. They cuff both his hands behind his back before lifting him up and ‘throwing’ him to the side. I immediately rush towards him, my hands rest on his arms as his hands were cuffed behind him. We sit back on the bench. “Are you stupid?” I whisper. He side eyes me.

“You could have gotten hurt!”

“But I didn’t.”

“No instead you’re cuffed up.” I small smirk spreads on his lips, the moment I made eye contact with him. I gasp as I push him against the cage gently, dirt man. “Ewe!”

“You thought it not me.” I let out a small laugh.

“Shut up Damon!”  I didn’t eve notice my head resting on his shoulder as we waited for our release forms. “You’re not that bad, you know.”

“Is it now?”

“Yeah, I misjudged you.”