Very soon. Just have to finish a couple of things.
Me too. :)
Haha, I’m flattered.
“And by "it’s a long story," I meant that I don’t want to tell you.”
I could feel him staring at me, his profoundly deep cinnamon eyes persistently gazing at the side of my face. I turned to him, meeting his glance with sympathy; sympathy for myself.
It was a new friendship we had…
Thank you, I am too.
dhhgfjd. I hate the text size with all my being but I don’t feel like going through my html to change it.
I actually found that chapter 3/4 done in my documents on my laptop, and just finished it. I’m not sure where my head was at writing this a few weeks ago, so drop by in my ask if anything seems confusing.
I was alone to myself for about three minutes until the door opened again. I expected it to be Damien, his stature of over six feet waltzing right over to my hospital bed to maybe even daringly raise his hand and hit me with it. It was only a matter of time when I would be reliving the nightmare of my own reality again, and the usual self assurance of “everything’s going to be okay” was not going to help this time.
It wasn’t him, and suddenly I released a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
He slid the door to a quiet close behind his back with an amiable smile spread from the corners of his mouth.
“Why are you so cheeky?”
“Because,” he said, creeping closer to the side of my bed, “You’re going to tell me why you’re in here and possible why you’ve got a bad past with Dominic.”
“You mean Damien?” The name rolled off my tongue is utter disgust.
“I said that.”
His remark made me crack a small grin as I sat up. When tucking my hand under my back to slide up against the headboard, a sudden shot of pain struck through both of my wrists.
Aubrey’s face flashed with sudden concern when seeing my painful reaction, “You alright?” He sensed my predicament, laying his hand under my lower back to help me straighten myself.
“The nurse said I could leave tomorrow morning,” I said to inform him; “They’re keeping me for the night to make sure my blood is under control.”
I didn’t want him to temporarily end his tour just because of me, rather because I could do without Giuliana giving me odd glares and speaking rudely about me behind my back.
Not as if she didn’t do that already.
He nodded understandingly, but then proceeded to pester me about the previous subject, “So why are you in here?”
“Nuh-uh-uh, not just yet,” I wagged my head at him, “Remember? We had a deal – you do what I wanted you to do, and I’ll do what you wanted me to do.”
He released a sigh, almost as if he thought he could get away with it. He took a seat on the bed, perched next to my toes as he stared at the ground, “Well, Giuliana used to date Dominic.”
“– Same thing.”
It took me a long minute to register what he had just explained to me, but when I did, my jaw involuntarily dropped.
If Giuliana knew Damien, like I expected, then Damien’s appearance was not just a coincidence, and the faces I’ve seen around town were most certainly him. Not only did they know each other, but they used to date. I was eager to know if she dated Damien before Aubrey, or while she was dating Aubrey. That also meant something else…
If the two were close, he must have told her about me, and Giuliana must have invited him here, but why? Maybe she wanted to torment me because Aubrey almost broke up with her; I knew she knew I was the reason her boyfriend was so distracted.
The funniest part was that she thought she was sneaky.
“Wow,” was all I could say.
“Alright, now your turn,” Aubrey rushed.
I couldn’t tell him. God, why had I agreed to this? I wasn’t thinking at the time, and now I would be punished for it.
I shouldn’t even have gone on tour with him. I should’ve listened to my brother; I should have stayed home with him. If only I could go back in time and undo a little mistake–
I didn’t look up, because I knew if I did, I would start crying without a reason. The uncomfortable bed sheets rustled when I moved to my side to face him, though my eyes remained at the same low level. It couldn’t have been any more obvious that I was nervous. He sensed it, because reached out and gently rubbed my bandages. I couldn’t feel his delicate skin, but it still helped.
“He and I were in an abusive relationship–“
“You guys were in a what?”
“– but it’s not even that bad cause I ended up alive, so everything’s all right, really! We managed to never speak to each other and I think I’m starting to be happy until now, but seriously, the past is the past and everything’s all right. So, if you could just calm down and pretend like everything’s fine – like it is – then I’ll be fine.”
I noticed I was rambling. My words spilled out in a rapid manner, I was afraid all I had just said would go through one of his ears and out the other. It was only a matter of time before he reacted out of violence towards Damien and I knew it.
He pulled his hand away from mine and I felt my heart drop to my ankles.
Every second we went without talking was a second I went without knowing how he felt about this. It would have been easier if he were a facile communicator.
“So, he’s the reason you’re here?”
“Oh, no,” I breathed out a sigh, “No, he’s not. I’m in here ‘cause I just,” I paused to crack a smile, almost as if I was embarrassed, “I threw a couple of vases and got cut pretty deep. It’s not a problem.”
He allowed a chuckle to slip from his lips, “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been repeating that.”
“Yeah,” I rubbed at my chin.
She was as delicate as a rose petal, eager to fall off but not willing to do so. She told me the past was meaningless; I didn’t believe her. It was miraculous how such a small frame could hold such a heavy burden.
Abigail clearly was not in the right state of mind. I caught on to her idea of protecting Damien, and I didn’t understand why.
Or maybe she was protecting me from doing something stupid to Damien.
Both possibilities would cause me to rebel somehow.
"You can’t stay here overnight," she abruptly stated, her voice lacking dominance, "Giuliana would kill you."
"I don’t care."