Healing (Damaged Sequal)

Day of David

Jessica's POV: 

        I had a dream that night. I was in the house, but it was silent. I ran through the house searching for someone. Anyone, but I can’t remember who I was looking for. So I walked to the tower. There was a tv in the corner of the room. I was pulled to that tv. Then things took a turn.

        “Don’t touch it, it’s broken and might hurt you.” I turned around. A man stood before me. He looked oddly familiar, and he looked so much like dad.

        “Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.

        “I didn’t think my own granddaughter would say that to me,” he said.

        “Granddaughter?” I asked wide eyed.

        “Yes. I am your father's father.” That’s why he seemed so familiar. But I never met the man before.

        “Are you part of my dream or are you just invading my dream?” I asked curiously.

        “You're very sharp. I’m invading your dream of course. I remember the first time I was able to hold you. I knew from that moment what kind of person you will become. Gentle, kind, and powerful,” he said.

        “You're here for a specific reason, aren’t you?” I asked. I noticed it.

        “In six months to a year, you and your sister will be asked to come to the main house. You don’t have to, but I suggest you do. Your great great grandfather is planning right now. He’s planning when you should come.” I looked into his eyes and saw something I never thought I would see. Fear. Not for himself, but for me. I just smiled.

        “I am strong grandfather. I have been through hell and back and I have fought strong opponents. I am not easily pushed, and I will fight back.” He looked shocked.

        “You can call me papa. I can feel it, but be aware of him. He doesn’t really like women and he will not hesitate to hurt you. You, your sister, father and brothers will come the moment you are summoned. He will try to break you, he will try to take your spirit,” I laughed at that. I laughed so hard I swear he was shocked.

        “He can’t break me,” I said, still laughing. “I have already been broken and I have healed from it. He won’t be able to break me. Unless he plans to kill you before my very eyes. He can’t break me,” I said, turning my laugh into a snarl. He pulled me into a hug. 

        “Don’t let him hurt you,” he said before leaving. I left the tower and went out back to see if anybody was there. But what met me was a man. He had long honey blonde hair tied at the nape of his neck. His dark green eyes pulled me in. He wore a suit that looked like he was from 1900-1920 I can’t tell when exactly. He had a long face with thin small lips until he smiled. His ears stuck out and his adams apple looked perfect. He looked like he was getting married. No ring on his finger though. 

        We stood and stared at each other for a long time. I can’t tell how much time has passed.

        “Who are you?” No answer. 

        “What do you want?” Again no answer. 

        “What are you doing here?” I asked, getting  no response.

        “I’m coming for you,” he said and I looked up. His eyes changed and I was looking into the eyes of a demon. It laughed at me. 

        I jerked awake. I looked at the time on my phone. Seven o’clock. Great, so much for sleeping in. I tried to go back to sleep, but the need to pee was so overwhelming. I went pee and then tried to sleep again, but it wasn’t so simple anymore. I stayed in my pajamas. A blue, wide strapped tank top, and blue, flannel, cotton pants. I slipped on my slippers and made my way downstairs.

        I was brewing coffee when a well rested looking David walked into the kitchen. I hate that he drinks coffee, yet he looks like he doesn’t need it. I felt almost jealous. I used to be able to live without coffee, but after training to become a Hunter and training as a Witch. It was tiring and coffee became something I needed on a daily basis. Now it’s something I can’t live without.

        David came over to me. He put his hands on either side of me on the counter and leaned close to me. Almost nose to nose. I could feel his breath mingle with mine. He looked deep into my eyes. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. But I held the urge to.

        “Good morning,” He whispered. He gave me such a breathtaking smile. It hit me hard.

        G-g-g-good-d-d M-m-m-morning,” I stuttered. David does this silent but sexy approach. He’s always been that way. He has not just s*x appeal, but he has a sensual side to him. He would put both of his hands on my face and touch his forehead to mine staring into my eyes. Sometimes he would take my in his and he would play with my fingers. He's more of a touchy feely guy, but it's a wonderful feeling. It’s like he’s conveying his emotions to me.

        But like today we would pull stunts like this just to tease me. Probably because I’m doing this to him and to all of them. They all have such wonderful qualities, but I have been gone for two years and I have to get back into my feelings of love first and get over my fears of love. I’m trying not to be the bad guy, but I just wish I knew who to choose. It would make things a lot easier instead of playing this game. It’s not a game to me. 

        I stared into his deep blue eyes. They were like gems sparkling in the ocean. I realized that David is teasing me. I wanted a hug, but I held back. I knew he was going to punish me first thing in the morning. Right before having coffee too. It was another couple of minutes before he slowly pulled away and smiled triumphantly. My face was on fire. I slowly turned around and shakily grabbed the handle of the coffee pot. I was afraid to pick it up. I was so embarrassed right now. 

        David came up behind me. Pressing the front of his body to the bad of mine. He grabbed my hand that’s on the handle. He lifted my hand and the pot and poured coffee into the cup. He then put it back letting my hand drop onto the counter. I am so flustered and red. He put four spoonfuls of sugar and added a little bit of french vanilla creamer into my cup and stirred the spoon into the cup. 

        Each movement had me mesmerized, but still flustered. He took both of my hands and wrapped them around the white mug. I was afraid to look at him, but he pulled away, probably satisfied that he was able to get me flustered.

        “Hey Jessie,” Jaime came into the kitchen saying. I didn’t move, didn’t speak. I was too afraid too. Man that was embarrassing, but good, and my mind went blank. That fucker was playing with my mind and all I can think of was how good his body felt against mine. I took a deep breath.

        “Everything alright?” Jaime asked.

        “I think David just teased me. Damn I’m so flustered now.”

        “David’s already playing the game. I heard that you actually are kind of doing what I suggested, but with a twist.”

        “Yeah, I just can’t get my emotions right. David is definitely going to make this hard, and maybe Charlie as well,” I said.

        “Why Charlie?”

        “Why Charlie what?” Charlie said behind Jaime. Jaime jumped and moved away from Charlie looking at him warily.  

        “That’s not your concern,” she said.

        “If I’m in the conversation then it is my concern,” he said.

        “It’s alright Jaime,” I said and turned to Charlie. “I’m talking about both you and David might make this a little harder for me.”

        “Why would I do that?” He asked. I just smiled.

        “Because I know you,” I said. I’m referring to the multiple times this little trickster has gotten me.

        “How would you know?” 

        “Charlie, I have known you for seven years. I know you are going to pull some tricks on me. I’m not stupid.”

        “Says the girl who was flustered because of David,” I glared at him. He had to go there. I grabbed my coffee and started sipping at it. I grabbed an everything bagel and popped it in the toaster. I went into the cooler and got the cream cheese. After the bagels popped up I put them on a plate and spread a more than decent amount on the bagel. I picked up my plate and the cream cheese and put it away.

        I learned to do it this way because the guys will take you food. I went to the dining room and was going to sit by myself, when I caught David looking at me and pointed to the seat next to him. I raised an eyebrow, but he just pointed harder. Damnit, guess I have no choice.

        I sat in the chair next to him and was about to take a bite when he grabbed my hand and took a bite of my bagel. I stared at him incredulously. He had the audacity to eat my food. Then I realized after he let my hand go. I looked at the bite and back at him with wide eyes. 

        An indirect exchange of saliva. This man is no i***t, but he sure as hell can get under my skin. I rolled my eyes put the half of bagel he bit onto the plate and grabbed the other half. I pushed my plate over to him. During this little exchange all eyes were on us.

        “Here since you decided to bite into it,” I bit into my bagel. It was his turn to look at me. I turned my eyes onto him and he looked a little shocked. I smiled triumphantly. I watched him like a hawk while I was eating the other half. He gave in and ate the other half. He tried a couple times to grab my wrist with the bagel in my hand. Of course he lost. I finished my coffee and grabbed the plate.

        I’m just wondering why these guys act like children. Except for Damien. He respects my space and me as a person. I have connected more with him than the others. It’s weird. He’s supposed to be like a father, but I feel more for him than as a father figure.

        When I was pregnant he was around me a lot and I really enjoyed his company. I think his feelings right now is confusion. Mostly because he is probably fighting between his feelings as I’m his love and the fact that he used to think of me as a daughter. I felt closer to him though.

        I do have feelings for the guys, but some I have some stronger feelings than with others. Jeremy is also another one. Damien has been there for me when I needed someone. 

        I looked up to see dad walking into the kitchen.

        “Dad? Can I talk to you?” I asked. He looked up into my eyes. He knew it was serious. I led him to the living room. How was I going to break this to him? Hey, dad. Grandpa was in my dreams last night and told me we will eventually be summoned to the family’s main house. I played with my fingers as we were sitting in silence. I didn’t know how to start this conversation.

        “Is everything alright, Jessie?” He asked.

        “Depending. What is grandfather like?” I asked. That caught him off guard, but he eventually smiled.

        “He’s a kind man, and just. A lot like me, except I have some of your grandmother's personality traits. Of course I inherited his cowardice for the head of the family.” his eyes turned deadly. “Your great great grandfather Harrison Stone. There has always been something wrong with him and he is great to us unless we cross a line. Like me marrying and procreating with a Hunter. Also when it comes to women. Your grandfather or as he likes to be called papa (Puhpuh). Makes him sound old.” I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

        “But he is, and you're probably not so young either,” I said.

        “That’s beside the point.” Dad deflected. “He loved you and Jaime since you were born. He didn’t tell your great great grandfather about either of you,” He said.

        “Which is why the witches/warlocks council doesn’t have a certificate of birth for either of us,” Dad looked at me.

        “How did you know?” He asked.

        “I went with Elias yesterday and met some prominent heads of Hunter families. They told me that there wasn’t a certificate for either Hunters or witches' side.”

        “Your mother and I filled out certificates and signed them, but never sent them in. Your mother went rogue. I still have both,” he said.

        “I think you should send them in,” I said. “Things are about to take a turn for better or worse. It’ll get worse before it gets better,” I said.

        “Why did you mention your grandfather anyway?” He asked.

        “Yeah, about that. He invaded my dream last night,” I said.

        “Of course. The man can walk into your dream, but not mine.”

        “I wouldn’t take it personally. I usually get the bad news anyway,” He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. 

        “Bad news?” He asked.

        “Harrison stone already knows about us. Or will know about us. I can’t tell which, but in about six months to a year we will be summoned to the main house.” His face looked shocked and then went pale. 

        “How do you know?”

        “Papa told me. He seemed absolutely concerned for me and Jaime.”

        “So am I,” dad said.

        “Dad, don’t worry about it. I’m stronger than him and faster. Hunter’s as you know are much faster. I’ve trained harder and picked up everything at a difficult pace, but I got the hang of it quickly.” I grabbed dad’s hand in both of mine. “I know you will worry, but know I will be okay. I don’t care either. My swords are coming with me. I’ll make the excuse that I might get a Hunter's job. And we also have time to think and plan.” I smiled at him.

        “Well, as you know a father always worries if his children might be in danger.”

        “I know. I thought I should tell you this and now I have to spend the day with David today. I’ll see you later.” I got up and left the room. I was walking to my room when I bumped into David. He held my upper arms and leaned close to my ear.

        “Put on your exercise clothes and meet me on the front porch.” He left me frozen in my spot. I was feeling flustered again. I went to my room and put on blue and black, cotton, camo capris and a blue, wide strapped, tank top.  I put on my black Adidas. 

        I went into the bathroom and put my hair up into a ponytail. My curls flowing like a waterfall. I went downstairs and met David on the porch. He wordlessly pulled me to his black, Subaru Outback. He opened my door for me and I got in. He closed the door and went and got into his side of the car. David was in black basketball shorts, black, wide strapped tank top, and his Nikes. His muscles were now more prominent.

        I am now remembering the first summer back from college. We were just like this. He’s taking me to the same place. Where we live is practical at the base of a mountain. We drove to the spot where there is a hiking trail and we hiked the trail. This is when I confided in him about something. No it was about Daniel. That happened during spring break. Something I never told anyone about and at the time I knew I could trust David with.

        He stopped the car. He got out of the car and then opened my door. He held a little bag which held water in it. I got out and took his hand in mine. It was silent, but not awkward and intense. It was comfortable. We hiked the trail. It would take a few hours to get to the top of the mountain.

        We did talk about things I talked about things that had happened on my two year journey. He talked about what it was like with me being gone.

        “It was very depressing. Life moved on, but without you there was no color, no life in the house. We all missed you very much.  After you had left we got in a few new kids. A brother and sister. The boy’s name is Andrew. He has black hair and brown eyes. He’s twelve. His sister who is nine years old has blonde hair and brown eyes. Her name is Anna. Their parents were killed. Not by demons on a job. No, someone murdered them. We don’t know who, but these kids were left with no relatives. Andrew has started his training. Anna, however, will not be able to until she turns twelve. We have one teenager that came to us. She’s a constant runaway from her home. Her name is Tillie Williams. I’m on good terms with her family. She came just before you crashed in and saved us from certain doom.”

        “Do you know why she is constantly running away?” I asked.

        “No, and her family didn’t give us any detail into what’s going on in the family. She has tried to run away while you were asleep. We were able to stop her, but she just yelled and screamed as we dragged her back to her room.”

        “How old is she?” I asked.

        “She’s sixteen. I know it’s very few, but I’m hoping one day that this house will just become a house. Not a place for orphans to go to. I want to make sure death isn’t always certain.” He said.

        “David, you are forgetting who you’re talking to. I want the same, but in order to do that I will need to talk to both high councils. I want to bring both of our communities together. That has been my destiny from the beginning. For witches and Hunters to work together. Like peanut butter and jelly or fluff, whichever you prefer,” I said.

        “What’s fluff?” He asked. Oh my god. Did he just ask what fluff is? Wait, fluff is a New England thing. They don’t sell it anywhere else.

        “Fluff is marshmallow melted down and jarred and you can eat it in a sandwich. Unfortunately I forgot you wouldn’t know what fluff is because they only sell it in the New England states. It’s pretty good with peanut butter,” I said.

        “I hope to try it someday,” he said.

        “But my job is to bring us together. Not only will it benefit us, but witches and warlocks who have training in medicine and fighting skills and much more. They also have the power to protect this world from demons. They should also be playing their part in protecting the innocent as well. Have ever known another witch or warlock other than my dad, brothers, uncle, Jaime and I?” I asked him.

        “No. We never heard of witches or warlocks until your father came.”

        “More prominent Hunter families knew,” I said. “They knew and yet why are we separated? I don’t see the point if we know about each other. We could be saving more Hunters than losing them. My plan is an idea that Hunters and witches can work together. We can fight together. As shown that I’m living proof of that. But I need to somehow convince both parties that this will work. Most likely just like what you guys had to do for you to actually run this place. I’ll probably be put on trial basis with this.”

        “Yes, but if it gives positive results it’ll be worth it.”

        “What if I have to go away for awhile? If I chose you. You wouldn’t be able to come. You have the house and the kids. You can’t shirk your duties to follow me.” He stopped and turned towards me. He cupped my face with both his hands. His face so close to mine and he looked me straight in the eye.

        “What if I said I wouldn’t let you go? What if I tied you to my bed and never let you leave? I won’t let you leave, or I follow you anywhere. I’ve been away from you for two years, and thinking about you leaving me for a long period of time makes me want to follow you or you're not leaving my side. Ever.” He said possessively. My face was flushed from his confession. David is being possessive and I can’t tell if I find it hot or if I don’t like it. I bit my lip.

        “Don’t do that sweetheart. Makes me want to taste those sweet sweet lips of yours,” he said and I yearned for it. What is wrong with me. His sweet words were all it took and I wanted him to kiss me. I wasn’t going to let him anyway, but he is really wooing me. David’s game is pretty strong. The man is the type to be really picky with people, but when it comes to this? If I said yes to him at this moment he would be really possessive. He would probably do his work with me sitting on his lap. Always wanting me close and not showing me off to the world. It’s a sweet, but dangerous situation. Or I could be wrong. 

        I am holding back. I’m hot and bothered by his comment. My p***y was really wet and I just wanted his finger to run into my underwear and touch my p***y. I wanted him to stick his finger into my wet hole and wriggle his finger. Then pump his finger in and out until I c*m onto his finger. My mind is truly dangerous. I felt his fingers on my cheek. Maybe have him bend me over and lick my p***y. Then turn me around and lift my legs over his arms as I stick his (I’m assuming) big c**k into my p***y. Pumping in and out of me until we both c*m.

        Lust filled his eyes and I realized I let my fantasies run in my mind. Maybe I just lusted after David, but we will never know. It’s one of those things where I do have s****l fantasies about all the guys, which is another reason why I’m having trouble deciding as well. I do have lust towards all of them, but I do love them all. Now I just need to figure out who I truly love with all my heart and soul.

        “David?” I asked, grabbing his hands and pulling them from my face. He left his lust filled stupor. “Let’s continue our hike,” I said smiling a little to myself.

        “Okay,” he whispered. We took an extra minute and then we slowly went back to hiking. We stayed silent for a while and finally we made it to the top. 

        We sat on a cliff that would be a straight plummet to death. This was where I made my confession. The confession.

        “You remember what I confessed to you that day you first took me hiking?” I asked him. I lied I forgot I had told Damien when he was hanging out with me during my pregnancy.

        “I do,” he said. I’ll tell you now. When I was living with my father, I was practically left all alone a lot of the time. I was the reason my elder sister was disfigured. Actually she wasn’t even my real sister. Apparently my ‘father’ had two children in a previous marriage and he’s an alcoholic because of her. So, my sister and I were home. My sister and I were having a fight and she tried to hurt me. I grabbed the nearest beer bottle and smashed it against the wall. Creating jagged edges to cut with. I did it mostly to scare her, but she came at me knowing I wouldn’t hurt her. My ‘brother’ and ‘sister’ used me as a punching bag and it was something I had gotten used to on a daily basis. I was abused by them that I would eventually try not to be home.

        That day was different. I didn’t mean to, but she still blamed me for it. She came at me and tackled her, but I had swung the broken bottle in front of her face, not realizing I cut up the left side of her face and head. She was bleeding so much. What's worse was that I didn’t feel guilty for doing what I did. Usually I would have. I left my sister on the ground bleeding and left. She almost died. When ‘dad’ found out he beat me to a pulp. I laid in the basement hoping for death. Hoping somebody would save me. 

        When I told David I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for doing what I did, he seemed surprised.

        “I still don’t know to this day why I never felt any guilt,” I said.

        “Jessica, I can’t tell you why, but all of us, even you, have a darkness within us. All the abuse you suffered at their hands. It opened that darkness and there is nothing to feel guilty over. You were protecting yourself.”

        “But I left her bleeding and she almost bled to death,” I countered.

        “Do you feel anything at all about what happened?” He asked.

        “I felt bad for hurting her, but I don’t feel guilt or regret doing what I did.”

        “Then it’s okay. You felt bad for hurting her, but you got over it because all they ever caused you was pain. Remember the boy you beat up in school?” 

        “Yes, I didn’t feel bad at all. He pissed me off and brought my dead child in the mix.” I said.

        “The surprised look on his face when he knew a girl actually punched him in the face,” he said.

        “The principal still punished me and gave me detention,” I said.

        “She also punished the boy and suspended him from school.”

        “True,” I replied quickly.

        “Daniel was really excited about that too. But he was also excited that the boy left you alone. Seriously he was jealous over that boy,” I chuckled.

        “Has Daniel always been so childish?” I asked.

        “Yes, but mostly because during our time as orphans, he was always protecting me. The family we lived with was beating me and using the both of us as slaves. We were fed so little, but we grew strong and taught ourselves how to fight. The council believed the family over us. One day the father came after me and was beating me. I would have died if Daniel didn’t step in. He f****d up the father for life. That’s why we dedicated a life to making sure orphans were placed in a home where they can be themselves and not have to worry about being a slave, or being between, or even starved. If it was not for Daniel I wouldn’t be standing here. That's why I have a hard time trusting people.” It went silent for a long time.

        “Were you surprised by Delilah?” I asked him.

        “Yeah. She just swooped into our lives. I trusted her and good thing I did. That trust brought us you. You were in pain, but as time went by, you were like the star in our sky. The brightest, most beautiful star in our sky.” He looked into my eyes. 

        “Have you guys ever had a conversation with Jaime?” I asked.

        “No, I don’t think I have,” he said.

        “Then I have a challenge for you. I want you to sit down and have a nice chat with her. I Elias talks to her. Damien has talked to her. She was once under your care and you never once just talked to her. I’m also going to ask the others to do so, as well. You guys should get to know her. She may be the polar opposite of me, but what happens if you think you have feelings for me, but really you would fall in love with her. Just keep that in mind. I don’t mind you guys being in love with me, but I don’t want you guys fooling yourselves thinking you love me, but in actuality you are in love with just a piece of me. Just please keep that in mind.” It was quiet again.