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Calling my name

***POV - Damion

A bone-piercing scream flies through the club and my heart skips a beat, pulling my intestines into a knot. It came from the VIP section and somehow I know it was Mel. I drop everything on the stage and start running for the stairs. I have to pry myself from the grabbing hands in the crowd, and I feel like punching my way through, but eventually, I reach the next floor and stop dead in my tracks.

Mel’s lying as if paralyzed on a table, blood on her throat. My heart skips at least 20 beats and for more than just a moment, I can’t breathe. Suffocating. A pain in my chest that overwhelms me … kills me. I’m sure I’m dying here. Not again … I can’t go through this again. I can’t lose her. It feels as if someone punched me in the stomach – HARD.

“Damion” I have to blink a few times. Did she just call me? I must be hearing voices.

“Damion! DAMION!” This time she’s shouting and I notice her body shaking, going into shock. The worry in me takes over and I rush to her, shoving everybody aside. Axel’s bloody hand is on her throat … Alejandro holds her wrists, his face looking like he’s about to kill someone. Is he in love with her? What is their relationship? Ren is standing next to him – giving me the evil eye. But I don’t have time for jealousy and shit right now.

“It’s okay, I’m here!” She grabs my arms, but her movements are sluggish, almost as if she’s paralyzed. I rapidly assess the situation and realize that she’s been drugged, probably something like Rohypnol. Someone must’ve spiked her drink. There’s a cut on her neck and her shirt falls open so her underwear is exposed. Was he trying to rape her? Did he rape her? My eyes quickly scan her pants and I exhale in relief. Her jeans seem to be intact. Ilkay emerges as if out of nowhere and I try to move so he can check on her, but she’s clinging onto me like a nut.

“She’s out of it and doesn’t want to let go, so I’ll hold her then you can treat the wound.” Ilkay nods and I lift her from the table into my arms, closing her shirt as best I can, turning her so Ilkay can have a look at her neck.

“Damion … the clowns … gonna sex me.” Another hard punch in my stomach. But I need to stay calm for her right now.

“Shh, I’m here, baby. Just breathe” I’m trying to look and sound unaffected, hiding the fucking thunderstorm of emotions inside me.

“Don’t leave.” Her voice sounds funny, almost childlike and I smile down at her face leaning against my chest.

“It’s not deep, he just pierced the skin. Take her to Enrique’s office.” Ilkay says and I speed-walk to the office. I try to place her on the sofa, but her hands are holding onto my shirt with a fierce grip. She must be having hallucinations because of the drug, something about worms, clowns and she thinks I’m the devil saving her, so she doesn’t want me to go. I smile thinking that even her delusional visions are strange.

Logan lays Kiara softly on one end of the sofa and I realize I was so focused on Mel that I didn’t even notice that she’s been drugged as well. Mel is still wrapped in my arms, her head on my shoulder while Ilkay cleans her wound. He was right, it’s not deep; doesn’t even require stitches. Axel, being trained in first-aid, checks Kiara’s pulse. Ilkay then injects them with something to counteract the drugs. I find my hand shaking as it rests on Mel’s thigh. Strange how I’m attempting to calm her while I’m anything but calm myself. With white knuckles, she tightly clings to my bicep and shirt.

“I think we guys need to go and have a talk at the bar,” Enrique gestures with his head.

“I’ll be right there,” I say watching them leave. Mel seems agitated, so I hold onto her till she eventually falls asleep, positioning her behind Kiara so she’s cradling her friend. Grabbing a blanket from the cupboard, I close both girls. Without thinking I brush Mel’s hair from her face, before kissing her tenderly on the cheek. As I turn around to leave, Chloe is standing in the doorway. I smile at her uneasily, feeling like a youngster caught with his hand in the cooky jar.

“So this must be the girl the song was for? What happened?” She looks pissed off. Check the worry in my eye - I don’t give a fuck about her feelings. I don’t even like the girl.

“They were drugged.” I turn Chloe around and push her out of the room, calling one of the bouncers to come and guard the door, before heading back to my friends. I don’t trust Chloe with Mel alone. There’s something cruel in that girl. At this point, I don’t trust anybody with Mel. Enrique is pursuing everybody into one corner of the room, forcing them to stay there by surrounding them with bouncers so they can’t escape. Ren is glaring at me while sipping some scotch, but I direct my attention and rage at Axel.

“You were supposed to watch her!” I shout at him, grabbing his shirt. He slowly removes my hands and takes a step back, his body tense as if he’s ready for a fight. Okay, so I’ve been a little tense and uptight this last week … fighting for no reason at all. But hitting Axel won’t solve our problem. Holding my hands up, I take a deep breath and count to 10.

“I was watching her, she went into the bathroom. Was I supposed to hold her hand while she pees?” The fireman seems calmer than me … or maybe he’s just hiding it better. I need an outlet … so I pick up the closest chair and sling it across the room. And then my fist rams into the side of the bar. Nobody even tries to stop me. I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair. My demons are still clawing at my insides, but I do feel a little better. A little more in control.

Logan holds onto an empty glass, smelling the contents, his other hand clutching the apron of a young waiter who is standing between Ilkay and Alejandro, looking pretty uncomfortable. I must admit … Alejandro naturally looks pretty scary, and now even more so. His eyes are icy, and he has a scorned look on his face. I might not like his closeness to Mel, but something about him yearns for respect. Deep in my gut, I have this strange feeling whenever he’s around … maybe it’s his persona that’s giving me the chills – something between the rational responsibility of Ilkay mixed with the psycho craziness of Jackson.

I look back at Axel, still eyeballing me as if he’s waiting for me to crack some more.

“Alejandro found her and carried her out.” I look at Alejandro, his shirt has some bloodstains on it. His eyes saccade between me and his shirt and he automatically wipes his hand over his chest.

“What happened in there?” Logan asks.

“I was on my way to the bathroom when I heard a scream. I ran into the ladies’ room and Mel was semi-unconscious on the floor, then that Ren guy joined me,” Ale explains. Him again. I really don’t like him.

“He left the knife and his mask, if we’re lucky we’ll get some fingerprints or DNA or something,” Ilkay says and then he takes the little waiter by the arm and forcefully places him on a chair. Axel moves closer to me and he whispers in my ear.

“There’s something about this Alejandro guy that I just can’t place.” I look into his eyes and give him a nod. So I’m not the only one that feels the man is hiding something. He hands me a piece of paper.

“This was in Mel’s hand.” I read the message and the palm of my hand slams onto the counter.

John Blackburn, I need you to come to meet me on Thursday at 11 pm at the BAE System Pier 2.

No police.

I read the message one more time before pushing the paper into my back pocket.

“Why did she call you? Something up with you two?” Logan looks at me with scrutinizing eyes. Really? During all this, he thinks about her calling my name. Maybe I should just tell him how I feel … but now is not the time.

“No, nothing’s going on. She was hallucinating, seeing clowns … I think she was just scared. For some reason, she thought I was the one that would keep her safe.” At least it’s not a total lie … I can’t deal with the truth now, I need to focus on finding this D character. Enough of this bullshit … I pull the waiter from the chair, turning him around, and pinning his arm behind his back.

“Who gave you the drugs to put into the drinks?” I twist his arm a little until he growls in pain.

“I don’t know anything about drugs. I promise! Logan gave me the drinks to take to his sisters, that’s all! It wasn’t me.” He looks like he’s going to shit his pants. I shove him forward knowing he’s innocent. Logan rubs his temples as if his head hurts.

“Somebody must have slipped it in before the waiter took it. I can’t say, with Chloe’s big group here it was rather busy at the bar.” He hits the table with his fist. Axel drags Ren towards us. I hate this guy with so much passion, it’s not even funny.

“So what’s your story?” Logan also doesn’t like his sister’s ex-boyfriend for some reason.

“I came out of the bathroom and saw the guy running into the girl’s bathroom. It seemed strange so I followed him and saw Mel on the floor. That’s it.”

“Did you see or hear anybody else around at that time?”

“There was somebody in the men’s bathroom when I went in, one of the toilets was occupied … and it was still occupied when I went out.”

“I’ll go check it out,” Axel drops Ren’s arm and walks away to the crime scene. The police arrive and I walk to where Enrique is talking to them.

“Will the girls be able to make a statement?” one asks, while another one writes something down in a little book. He puts the book away and gestures with his head to another officer who takes out some tape and closes off the way to the bathrooms.

“No, they’re still drugged,” Enrique says. The first man nods and then he walks to the group of people that are bundled in the corner to get their statements. I look at the faces … most of them unfamiliar to me. Could D be one of them?

I need to get away, to clear my head, so I walk back to the office where Mel and Kiara are sleeping. As I get to the door I hear Kiara’s voice and stop to listen. It is not my intention to eavesdrop, but I do it anyway.

“Mel … Mel, wake up! Are you alright? Mel!”

“Mmm, Kiara? My head hurts.” My heart flutters at hearing her voice, although it’s still sluggish. She’s going to be fine.

“Kiara … what happened to the clowns?”

“What? Bitch … we’re at the club, not the circus.” Kiara also sounds jibberish and still confused.



“I can’t move, I’m tired.”

“Me too. “

“Kiara … “


“I’m never drinking a blue cocktail again!” I smile at their drunk conversation. At least it seems as if their hallucinations are a thing of the past.

They both groan as if in pain. I push open the door. Their eyes stretch wide and they look like kids caught smoking by their dad.

“How are you feeling?” Mel just stares at me as if I’m the ghost from Christmas past. I can see she’s still reacting to the drugs … her eyelids are heavy; her eyes bleak and her pupils are still heavily enlarged. She looks like a sleepy owl.

“Okay, I guess.” She sweeps a heavy hand through her hair. I notice Kiara dosing off.

“Who did this?”

“I can only remember bits and pieces that don’t make any sense. There were clowns … ugly ones and some cute green worms.” She closes her eyes, then jerks awake, just to fall asleep again. Absentmindedly my thumb traces over the contours of her face, and she moans softly – the sound pulling at the strings of my heart. I look at her torn shirt and pull in my breath.

I’m going to get this son of a bitch and strangle him. My mind thinking about what he might have done or was going to do. Fuck! I want to rip the fucking asshole’s head off and tear him apart piece by piece. It’s crazy to think what I would do for her … even commit murder or die without batting an eye, and it scares the living daylights out of me.

“He said something about showing me how a real man fucks,” her voice is hoarse. Is she talking in her sleep? I almost lose it completely and need to bite my cheek so hard that the metallic taste of blood forms in my mouth.

“Damion,” she speaks so softly, but I hear every word, “don’t leave me again.” I take a deep breath. Shit. How can I answer that? I don’t want to ever leave her … but it’s not that easy. I pull the blanket up and I try to cover my emotions as best I can at this moment. Her breathing is natural, she fell asleep again and I walk away to find Ilkay with Axel at the bar.

“The window was open. Suppose he could’ve climbed out and down, but it wouldn’t have been easy,” Axel explains.

“Can you and Axel take the girls to your parents? I would feel better if there’s a doctor around tonight and I just got called in for an emergency.” Ilkay grabs my arm. I nod in agreement and Axel walks with me to go get the girls.

“We’ll have to carry them,” I say as soon as we walk into the office and I pick Mel up in my arms bridal style. She snuggles her head against my shoulder without opening her eyes. Axel picks up Kiara the same way and follows me to the stairway. The police are still taking statements. Chloe’s arms wave up and down as she explains something to one of the officers.

“Don’t go breaking any rules,” Logan grabs my shoulder, “I’ll swing by later after everything is settled here.”

“Okay, let me know.” The bouncers try to keep the press away from us, as we descend the stairs to my car, but they can’t stop them from taking photos. Ug, tomorrow we’re going to be front-page news once more. Not that I mind much … I actually like how they combine us. I position her in the passenger seat, reclining it, and buckle her seatbelt. Axel puts Kiara in the backseat and moves in on the other side.

“I’ll call my dad to meet us at my house,” I say already dialing my father’s number. I talk to my dad on the phone when I see a 24-hour shop. Maybe I should get some food and drinks. The girls might be thirsty when they wake up … and hungry.

“Okay, dad, I’ll see you now. Just stopping to buy some food,” I put down my phone and drive into the parking lot.

“I’ll be here,” Axel explains, leaning against the front of the truck.

“Do you need anything?” I ask him and he shakes his head.

“Nah … I’m good. Maybe just something to munch.” I run into the store to get some energy drinks and end up buying chocolates, some crisps and cooldrink, pain pills, and sandwiches. I don’t know what she wants, so I just get a wide variety, hoping something will be to her liking.

A goofy smile crosses my face as I walk past an aisle and see a few boxes of underwear, and a packet of panties size small succumbs to the growing heap in the trolley. She can share with Kiara, guessing they’re about the same size.

After paying for the full trolley, Axel helps me load it into the back of my truck, with an amused face.

“You sure you didn’t buy the whole store?” he chuckles and I just roll my eyes at him. I know I maybe went a little overboard, but rather have too much than need something later.

Dad is already waiting at the door when I carry Mel out of the car, his face stern with worry. I couldn’t explain everything to him over the phone. We put the girls each on a sofa, they’re awake … but barely. I can see that the drugs and the shock took their toll on Mel, she’s pale and tired as if she’s going to fall over any minute.

Axel and I drag all the packages into the kitchen, while my father checks on the two females. I hand Axel some of the energy drinks and sandwiches, knowing his shift starts soon and he’s probably worn out and tired.

“I have to go … but I’ll tell one of the boys to return your truck,” Axel talks between chews and I nod.

“Ah, don’t worry. We’ll sort it out later.”

“They’re going to be just fine, just need some sleep.” Dad pours himself a cup of coffee, and grabs a sandwich, waiting for us to explain what happened. I hand him the letter and he frowns, looking worried. We talk for a while and then they leave, dad, saying he’ll talk to Uncle John. I make sure all the doors are locked behind them.

I find Kiara fast asleep on the one couch and I remove her shoes and cover her with a blanket. Mel is watching me with big eyes, her pupils large, making her eyes look eery. I carry her to my room and put her down on the bed.

Then I open the water to fill the bath, adding some bubbles. Mel is still sitting on the bed in the exact position I left her, her head leaning against one of the dark-wood posters.

“Let’s put your bloody ass in the bath.” She nods and gets up from the bed. The next moment her knees buckle and I catch her just in time, making her sit on the bed again, holding her until I’m sure she’s not going to fall over. I take off her shoes and pants and carry her to the bathroom.

“Damion, I can do it myself!” She hisses.

“I’m not trying to be a pervert here, I just don’t want you to faint in the bath. I’ll close my eyes and I promise not to look … much.” I laugh as she stares at me.

“Anyway, I’ve seen it all before.”

“I was drunk and not naked!” She doesn’t sound very sure. I help her to take off the rest of her clothes, leaving her in just those black freaking lacy underwear. I desperately try not to google over her perfect body, but I just have to steal a few secret glances and the little guy reacts on cue, pushing against my pants.

“Damion!” She scolds “You promised!” I look up into her eyes and give her my best smile.

“Sorry, shit, can’t help myself.” I look back down at her cleavage again and she hits me with a fist on my chest.

“I swear Damion Grimm, I’m going to take out your eyes with a spoon.” I look up, still smiling. “It’s just the best tits I’ve ever seen. Can’t blame a man. But I’m done now, scout’s honor” I put my hand in the air.

“You a scout? Gmf. Why don’t I believe that?” She pulls her mouth in that super cute sexy way, forming little dimples in her cheek.

“I was, a good-doing boy scout.” Then I turn around like the good little boy I am NOT, waiting for her to get naked and into the bath. I’m glad I’ve done the bubble thing cause I don’t think my self-control will hold if I see her completely naked. The splashing of the water makes my dick stir, and my mind is thinking of all the many ways I can take her in that bath, the one with her legs over my shoulders sticking out.

“You good.”

“Yes, it’s perfect, except for the demon in the room.” A faint chuckle rumbles over my lips wondering what she would think if she knew where the demon’s mind is lurking right now. I turn around and slide down the tiles to sit with my back against the wall. If I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, the sight of her in that bubble bath looking like a freaking angel just proved me wrong. Even her fucking painted black toenails sticking out of the foam are driving me wild.

The day I saw Mel again at the locker a definite line was drawn in my life. Before then, it seems as if I was living every horny teenage boy’s dream life, I had my motorbikes, was popular in school, great at sports, and was quickly on my way to becoming a celebrity. But what people don’t know is that I was stuck in the darkness of guilt, fighting my demons. And to manage I needed to control every aspect of my life. Since I could not control who dies, I tried to control everything else in my life. Having control was the only thing I could ... well ... eh control in my life. And the things keeping me in control were my rules and sticking to them became a priority.

Then the little girl with the violet eyes from my youth appeared before me again, and boy did she go and throw my whole life upside down in just a second. Suddenly I was thinking about her all of the time and my control started slipping more and more. Then the war started inside me – a neverending fight between my feelings for Mel and sticking to my rules.

Every time Mel made me lose control, I had to counteract and do something to get my control back again. It became so bad, that I wanted to gain complete control over my emotions. My sex life. My racing. I even went as far as to try and control death – doing stuff that made me smile on his face. It felt overwhelmingly good, like a drug. I got hooked on the feeling, needing more and more.

So about each time, after I saw Mel, I went and took even more risks, made more bad choices, fucked more and more girls, and did more death-defying stunts, putting them on social media like a trophy. I did everything just to try and get my mind off her, but with no luck.

Then this past year away from her, almost going mad and drowning in my dark side, was like a wake-up call, and I started my rehabilitation – one step at a time. First, I quit fucking around – no more meaningless sex and one-night stands for me. And I can proudly say that I’ve been sex-deprived for this whole season. Okay, I may have increased my adrenaline boosts to compensate, and my right hand worked a little overtime, but still, I’m rather chuffed with myself.

“Damion!” I realize she’s calling me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yep.” I jump up from the ground.

“I’m finished. Can you turn around?” When I turn back she’s wrapped up in a towel and my mind is once more filled with dirty thoughts, all starting with me ripping off that towel and ending with my dick in her pussy. Ug, Damion, I scold myself, just moments ago you were acknowledging being ‘sex clean’ and now you’re high-diving into thoughts about her private parts. But I’m beginning to suspect that Mel might be the cure I’ve been craving for … the angel that can heal my soul. And that alone is enough of a reason to break all my rules.

I hand her some clean clothes, including the pack of underwear from the store, before turning around yet again. Me being this good-boy gentleman while having a naked girl in my room is so against my nature, but I’ll do it for Mel. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never had a naked girl in my room before, before her.

“You bought me some panties?” She laughs, but I can hear her opening the packet.

“Well, it was more for me than for you. Having you without ANY underwear next to me would probably drive my little guy nuts.” She’s already dressed when I dare to look over my shoulder. I carry her downstairs … even though she insists that she’s able to walk by herself. But I’m not taking any chances. I put her on the other sofa and cover her also with a blanket. Kiara is still sleeping soundly.

“I’m just going to shower,” a quick EXTRA cold one for that matter, “then we can eat something.” I run upstairs and make the shower as quick and cold as possible.

I grab sandwiches, and energy drinks from the fridge, as well as some of the goodies I bought on the way home. Mel opens her eyes when I put everything on the coffee table.

“Hungry?” I ask and she pushes herself, stares blindly at the contents on the table, and smiles faintly.

“Not much … but I’m really thirsty. My throat feels like sandpaper.” Her one hand clings around her neck as if she’s going to strangle herself and I hand her one of the drinks. She gulps it down and I watch the movement of her jugular notch. Why is everything she does so fucking cute and sexy?

“Can we watch Vampire Diaries?” She asks as soon as I get onto the sofa behind her. I hand her some pain pills and she swallows them down with her energy drink.

“Anything you want.” She laughs and puts her head against my shoulder. I breathe in deeply, taking in the smell of her hair while pushing buttons on the remote. I must admit, I’m getting addicted to this story, especially if I get to watch it with her in my arms.

But this time my mind is drifting away from the TV, thinking about tonight. How did he spike the drinks under Logan and Axel’s noses? How did he get out of the bathroom undetected? Did he use the window? Or is he someone familiar?

“He was there.” She’s almost asleep, so I’m not sure if she’s dreaming or talking to me.

“What?” I don’t understand what she means. “He was there that day in the haunted house, I saw him.” I let her drift off while stroking her arm, my mind overloaded with all the information. I’m not sure who she means exactly, was D there when she got shot? But he would have been only a kid himself. Maybe he was one of the kids in her class? Or was she talking about Harry? Shit, I need to ask her. I look down and she looks so peaceful, that I decide it can wait until she wakes up.

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