I haven’t slept in days. Since I received the letter from him my nightmares have been in overdrive.
Even when I blink I get a quick flash of some horrible memory.
I haven’t been quite this terrified in a while, with Victoria being in a coma and him coming back into the picture, the littlest thing scares me to death.
Whenever I drive to or from school I’m always looking back to make sure that no ones following me, and other than school I don’t leave the house.
And when I am home I make sure every window is locked and I stay in my room where I also lock my door.
I know I’m acting insane but I don’t want a repeat of history. I don’t think I could survive something as traumatic as what happened last time.
The only thing that’s stopping me from checking myself into a padded room where no one can hurt me, is Damon.
He’s helped me a lot, even though he doesn’t know about the letter, he can tell something’s really wrong.
He came over once to try to get it out of me but I didn’t want to tell him. I wanted to keep as many people safe as possible.
So instead I told him about Victoria’s illness and that she’s in a coma and that I can’t visit her yet.
He seemed to believe me but I could see the suspicion in his eyes. He knew it was something way more than what I’m letting on, but decided to let it go for now, thankfully.
Also he hasn’t forgotten about that nickname he gave me. Sweetheart.
It’s not very original or anything but for some reason it still made my heart flutter all the same.
Everyone knew that Damon wasn’t the type to give girls nicknames, in fact now that I think about it, Damon wasn’t the type to give any girl the time of day let alone a nickname.
That alone made me feel very special.
But that didn’t mean anything. He’s still the same guy he was at the beginning of the year, my sworn enemy.
This could all just be one big prank, he could pretend to like me and care about me, then once he got what he wanted, whether that was information or something else, he could humiliate me enough to bring me all the way down the social ladder and win most popular.
But there was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind.
Would someone really be cruel enough to do that to someone? I mean I’ve been through a lot and I told him just about everything. I don’t think anyone could be heartless enough to use a traumatic experience like that against someone.
At least I hope not.
And hasn’t Damon showed me enough that he’s changed, that he actually cares about me and that he wants to help me?
He deserves to be trusted after all that he’s done for me, but I could get myself to do that.
Ya I trusted him more than anyone else, I told him my story but not all of it. I didn’t trust him enough.
So I decided to let him help me, keep him close and be friends with him but stay cautious. Keep my guards up, that’s all I could do.
There was suddenly a knock at my door which scared me out of my thoughts.
Could it be him? What if it is? Am I ready to die?
What am I thinking? Oh course I’m not ready to die? Is anyone who gets murdered ever ready to die? I don’t think so.
I sat frozen in my bed, heart racing, waiting for him to somehow open my locked door and kill me.
“Sophia stop being stupid and open the door.” Damon semi yelled from behind the door.
My racing heart instantly slowed and I immediately felt more relaxed and safe. I didn’t have anything to worry about this time, it’s only Damon.
I quickly got up from my bed and unlocked the door for Damon.
“Is this really necessary?” He asked, half amused half irritated.
“Um. Y-ya. I don’t want my parents bothering me.” I lied, not as smoothly as I wanted.
Like every time I lied, Damon looked suspicious but didn’t say anything.
I knew that he knew I was lying, but for some reason he never pushed the topic.
I don’t know why he never pushed for the truth though. Either he didn’t care enough to find out the truth or he didn’t want to pester me. Maybe he was waiting for me to come out and tell him when I’m ready.
Too bad I would never be ready to tell anyone.
“So when do you get to go see Victoria?” he asked, changing the topic as he sat on my bed beside me.
“Tomorrow, bright and early. I can’t believe they kicked me our for a week. She could have died and I wouldn’t have been able to say goodbye.” I ranted.
He nodded in agreement but didn’t comment.
“Would you like to come with me tomorrow to see her?” I asked hesitantly.
The look on his face as my question sunk in was priceless; shock, disbelief, fear, and happiness all mixed into one look.
He too hesitated before a smile appeared on his face and he replied, “I would love to.”
I mirrored his smile and for a few moments we just sat there, smiling at each other.
If anyone walked in and saw us like this the would think we were crazy, I mean who just sits and smiles at someone? But to us it was a regular thing.
It’s just something we always do.
“So, have you talked to Dylan recently?” Damon asked, ruining the moment.
I made a disgusted face at the sound of that jerk.
“He’s tried to talk to me but I all but ran away before he could make a sound.” I replied.
He nodded “He’s tried to talk to me a few times too but chickened out whenever I shot him a glare.”
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his face twisting in confusion.
“I just thinks its funny that I dated someone who’s scared of you. A bunny is scarier than you.” I told him, giggling some more.
He glared his scariest glare which had me laughing even more.
“You know bunnies can actually be pretty scary little things.” he defended himself.
“Keep telling yourself that buddy.” I said between laughs.
“It’s not nice to tease people sweetheart.” he said in a tone that a parent would use when scolding their child.
I started laughing even more when he shot me another glare.
Seriously how could anyone find this guy scary?
“Ok that’s it.” he growled playfully, a smirk appearing on his handsome face.
I was about to ask him what he was talking about but before I could utter a single word he had me pinned to the bed.
My laughter immediately died in my throat when I realized the intimate position we were currently in.
I looked up into his startling green eyes and he looked down into mine.
Ever so slowly he started leaning down and my eyes fluttered closed. My heart was thumping in my chest in anticipation of his lips on mine.
Seconds passed and nothing happened, so I opened my eyes and looked up at a now smirking Damon.
What the hell?
Then I was laughing again as Damon’s hands attacked my ticklish spots.
“S-s-stop D-Damon!” I yelled between laughs.
“Never!” he exclaimed.
“P-please!” I screamed.
“Only if you say I’m the sexiest and scariest guy you’ve ever met.” he offered.
“N-no. My mom always told me lying is bad!” I exclaimed as I tried to push him off me, but damn was this guy heavy.
“In that case.” he said, tickling me even more.
“O-okay, okay. I-I’ll say it!” I yelled in defeat.
He stopped tickling me and looked down at me expectantly.
“You’re the sexiest and scariest guy I know.” I grumbled, breathing heavily from all the laughing.
He cupped his hand to his ear and squinted, “I couldn’t quite hear that, could your repeat yourself.”
You’re the stupidest, most stubborn guy I know.
“You’re the sexiest and scariest guy I know.” I all but yelled.
“I’m sorry but I still couldn’t-” he started but I slapped him on the shoulder which caused him to shut up.
“That’s what I thought.” I mumbled.
He didn’t say anything and he didn’t get off of me either.
I kinda liked being this close to Damon. It made me feel safe and warm.
But those feelings might not be just friendly feelings, it could be the start of something more, and I definitely couldn’t have that.
So instead of letting him practically lay on top of me, I started shoving him in hopes that he would get off.
“Get off of me you fat ass.” I grumbled, pushing against his hard chest in a failed attempt to free myself of Damon.
“I don’t know, I kinda like it here. Don’t you sweetheart?” he teased.
My heart rate sped up when he called me my new nickname. Why does Damon make me feel all these stupid freaking things?
“I’d rather not be under a five hundred pound guy.” I told him.
He sighed dramatically “Fine. I guess I’ll get off.”
But he didn’t move.
“Okay, get off.” I ordered.
“Oh yeah.” He said and moved away from me.
Finally I can breath again!
For a minuet no one talked, we just sat in a comfortable silence.
Then Damon had to open that big mouth of his, “Sweetheart, what’s for supper?” he whined.
I rolled my eyes, “You’re the cook out of the two of us, you tell me.”
He shot me a smile and stood up, “Its a surprise, no coming downstairs until I call you.” he instructed.
I nodded and he made his way to the door.
“Make sure not to burn the house down.” I called to him once he was out of my room.
I heard him chuckle and then everything was silent.
I was all by myself again.
My anxieties started to kick in again.
What if he comes and kills Damon and then kills me? What if he takes me again and tortures me before killing me?
God I really need to stop thinking about this stuff. It’s doing me no good.
Besides he’s locked up in prison, a very well known top notch prison. He’s never getting out.
The letter he sent me was just to scare me. He wants me to worry about him getting me. He just wants to torture me any way possible.
He’s always been able to play mind tricks on me, so what’s stopping him now?
I’m safe. Damon’s here and I’m sure he’d protect me if needed. And there’s always the police, they saved me last time, found me right before I was about to get shot, they could do that again, right?
See? There’s nothing to worry about? I’m safe.
But if I’m safe, why can’t I sake off that uneasy feeling whenever I’m alone? Like something bad is about to happen, like someone’s watching me?
Maybe there’s an owl outside my window that’s watching me, that’s why I’m feeling these uneasy feelings.
Yeah I’m sure that’s it.
Hopefully Damon’s done cooking soon. Its been around fifteen minuets and I don’t know how much longer I can sit here, drowned in my horrible thoughts. I swear if I keep living like this I would surly drive myself insane.
And I can’t afford that, Victoria needs a good, supportive mom/sister. What she doesn’t need is for me to be in some asylum half way across the world.
But at the same time, a padded room where no one can hurt you seems pretty good right now.
Maybe if I-
“Sophia, you can come down now!” Damon called, breaking me out of my crazy thoughts.
I sighed in relief and bolted downstairs.
“Woah, someone’s hungry.” Damon said in a teasing tone when he saw me run into the kitchen.
“I’m just making sure nothing’s on fire.” I lied, taking a quick look around for any fires.
He gave me that suspicious look but like always, changed the subject, “I made pancakes.”
I looked at him and burst out laughing.
Out of all the things he could have made, pancakes, really?
And the way he said that was so innocent and adorable.
“What?” he asked, pouting out his bottom lip adorably.
“P-pancakes?” was all I could choke out.
“I like pancakes.” he pouted.
Could he get any more adorable?
Once I stopped laughing I looked down at the perfectly cooked chocolate chip pancakes and my mouth watered, they look delicious.
“Bon appetite.” he said, and that was my que to dig in.
When I put the first bite of the heavenly food in my mouth I let out an embarrassing moan at how good it was.
I heard Damon chuckle but it sounded forced.
I looked over at him in confusion and saw that he was already staring at me, his eyes darker than usual.
I smiled at him and shrugged before turning my attention back to the food on my plate.
Seriously, how could someone make something so perfect. I swear if I could, I would eat nothing but these for the rest of my life.
Once every last crumb was cleared from my plate I let out a sigh of pure contentment.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever eaten in my entire life.” I declared.
“I’m glad you thing so.” Damon’s said, taking my plate and bringing it to the sink.
“So what do you wanna do now?” I asked him.
He thought for a second, then smiled and pulled me towards the living room.
“I’m not making out with you on the couch if that what your idea is.” I teased.
He rolled his eyes and pulled me down on the couch beside him.
“You and your one track mind. I want to watch a movie.” he said.
“Oh.” was my great reply.
He put Netflix on and we browsed through the movies until one caught my attention.
“The little mermaid!” I yelled excitedly.
He gave me a bewildered look for a second before smiling and putting the little mermaid on.
I squealed but immediately quieted down when my all time favourite movie started.
When the part where Ariel and the guy were on their boat date, something outside my house made a loud banging sound.
My first thought was that it was him, and he was finally gonna kill me, so I cuddle up to Damon’s side for protection.
He looked down at me and I looked up into his comforting eyes.
I immediately forgot about all my worries and the noise outside. Everything seemed to disappear except the noise of the movie that was saying something about ‘kiss the girl.’
Ever so slowly Damon’s face got closer to mine. And ever so slowly my face got closer to his until I felt his hot breath fan across my cheek.
I saw his eyes close and that was all I needed to make the final move and press my lips to his.
My eyes closed as sparks exploded through me, as cliché as that sounds.
I always thought sparks were for books and movies, I never in a million years though they were real.
His lips moved gently in sync with mine and I had to fight back a sigh of contentment when he ran his hand through my hair.
This kiss was sweet and loving, not hungry and lustful like I though it would be.
It was incredible, who would have though that Damon could kiss like this, without any intention of taking things further?
I ran my hands up his chest and wrapped them around this neck, earning a little groan from him.
And all to soon, the kiss ended.
He looked at me with dark eyes, darker than I’ve ever seen them, and the emotions running through them were hard to read, there were just so many.
But one I could easily pick out from the others was lust.
Then his cheeks heated up, brighter than I’d ever seen a guy blush. But why in the world is he blushing?
He looked down in shock and embarrassment and I followed his gaze.
My cheeks instantly heated up when I saw the effect I had on him, and just from a simple kiss.
Then when it really sunk in I burst out laughing.
He looked up at me bewildered and quickly put a pillow on his lap.
“It’s not funny.” he grumbled.
“S-sorry.” I said in between laughs, clutching my stomach because all this laughing started to hurt.
He mumbled something under his breath but didn’t say anything else.
I can’t believe I, Sophia Mackenzie, turned on my enemy with a simple kiss.