unspoken promises

Chapter 4

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVICED

I settle into a new routine, sleep, eat, ignore my life problems, avoid Damon, and sleep. Agatha tried more ways to come closer to me, but it was too late. The bridge had been burnt.

I had no one left, I wanted to die and be free from him. The last time I attempted suicide, Damon stopped me in the process, and the time before that, I lost my whole world.

that was two years ago, I am not the same Violet from two years ago. I am staying for good, not because I love him but because I must punish him for all his atrocities against the innocents.

I have imagined ways of punishing Damon one too many times, but none of the punishment was gruesome enough for me.

Damon doesn't deserve to die by a bullet alone but by slow torture.

I find myself smiling at the thought of punishing and killing Damon.

The sound of the engine of Damon's car interrupted my thoughts, I slowly stood up and walked to the garden, and I was not ready to see him yet not after what he had done to me.

From the corner of my eye, I see Damon drenched in sweat, looking like a mad man before he rushes up the stairs. My curiosity got the best of me, I needed to know what could shake the mighty Damon, or was it the investor I met the other day?

The man walked with confidence i hadn't even seen on Damon, and Damon was clearly tensed after meeting the investor, I wonder what they must have spoken about.

"Get out, get out of my sight," I hear him scream from the top of his lungs.

"Sir, sir, please try as much as possible to calm down, we are trying our best to find Salvatore's location, but he is too skilled, no traces," I hear one of his men say to him.

I quickly ran up the stairs and hid behind the door, I could hear their entire conversation from my spot.

"Are you saying Salvatore is better than me, or you are not competent enough," Damon barks to the man.

He stood up from his chair and grabbed a fistful of the man's shirt.

"No, no, no, sir," the man stammered.

he quickly followed suit by saying we are trying our best, sir. we would find him, I just need more time.

"Time, time, I have no time to waste, and you have no time left," he said to the man.

Damon brought a gun from his left pocket, releasing his hands from his shirt. He spun around and threw his head in laughter.

"BANG"

The sound of the gunshot was loud, I let out a small whimper but quickly covered my mouth.

There was a gaping hole in the man's head, leaving his brain splattering on the Italian marble. The man was dead, his blood trailed down past Damon's feet.

He bent down, dipped his pointy finger in the blood, and licked it clean. The rest of his men visibly cringed.

"Dispose of him and clean this place," he ordered them

He went back to his chair and kept his legs crossed on his table.

He took out a blunt and lit it up. The smoke from his blunt filled the entire room. He closed his eyes and leaned in into his chair.

His men dragged the dead body out his home office, and I plastered myself more into the wall to avoid being seen.

"she is mine, she is mine, she is mine," he kept chanting like a man man.

well, he is mad, I thought to myself.

Before leaving his office, I heard him whisper Salvatore would never win.

"He won't make Violet his wife," he said.

you could almost unhear him saying that. He said it low as if convincing himself that whoever this Salvatore is, he wouldn't let him keep me.

I rushed to my room, shutting the door softly, I didn't want to draw attention to myself.

my back was against the door, and I slowly slid till I was sitting on the floor.

I was fast asleep, till a ping from my phone woke me up, it was a message.

I stood up, rubbing my hands on my eyes and yawning almost too loudly.

I walked over to my vanity, where my phone was charging. It was an unknown number.

"HI BELLISIMO, YOU LOOK AMAZING TONIGHT. YOUR CURLS IN A BUN ARE SO CUTE. IT FRAMES YOUR FACE WELL. GOOD NIGHT, TESORO," that was the message sent by an unknown number.

I read it again to check if I was dreaming.

It must be Damon playing one of his dirty tricks. i whispered to myself and deleted the message, I blocked the number immediately. If it was not Damon, then I don't want any other psycho in my life. One is enough.

Damon kept acting like a mad man throughout the week, but I knew I couldn't avoid him any longer. He started coming to check on me when he got back, but I would always pretend to be asleep.

I heard the sound of his engine, I quickly jumped under the covers, pretending I was asleep like I always did.

Damon came into my room and switched the light on, I felt the corner of my bed dip, I had to force my heart to stop racing and play cool. he sat closer to me and started tracing the outline of my body. When I felt his hands cupping my boobs, I twisted and turned to lay facing the bed. He retracted his hands to not wake me up.

He turned my body and cradled me, planting kisses on my body and breathing down my neck, I could feel his b***r at this point.

He started stroking my hair and whispering how much he missed me.

"I promise you, i won't let Salvatore steal you from me," he says before stripping me of my flimsy night gown.

I heard the sounds of his belt unbuckling. He knelt before me and spread my legs apart before he forcefully slammed himself into me. I winced in pain, pretending as if I was still asleep, I forced myself not to cry and pretend to be asleep.

"I will be gentle, I know you also missed me," I hear him say before he started f*****g me somewhat gentler.

He ejaculated in me and slowly retracted himself from my body.

I heard rustling of nylon material and felt something cold wiping me up gently. It was wet wipes.

He planted a kiss on my forehead and whispered I love you before leaving me alone.

I didn't open my eyes till I heard the sound of my door open and close. I opened my eyes and stared out the window. my insides burned, i felt dirty, tears prickled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

if there is any God out here listening to people, please make this misery end, I am tired and in pain but what was Damon talking about, I say to myself.

I wondered who he was afraid of and why he felt threatened, what the person wanted with me, and most importantly, who was Salvatore?

was he the one who sent me the message, or was he the man i bumped into at his office, or was he both?

I felt my head spinning and decided not to question anything further, but the questions were racing in my head. I needed answers, I knew something was wrong, and something bad was about to happen. somehow, and someway, I am at the centre of the impending danger Damon is scared of.

I felt helpless, I wanted to scream, I wanted to tell someone, shout for help but I knew there was no help coming for me.

whatever is coming, I just hope and pray it isn't worse than what I am already facing.

I can only wait in the hope of getting my questions answered.