Damaged

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Chapter Thirty-Three

N O A H

I had decided to take Bellamy to one of my favorite restaurants in town, treating her to a quiet night out, making sure she felt cherished and cared for.

Because that what I did. I cherished her. I cared for her with all my heart. I loved her.

“Are you ok, Bellamy?” I asked, sitting back in my chair as I watched her.

She anxiously looked around the restaurant, leaning forward before speaking. “People are staring.”

I quickly shot a couple of people a warning look, hopefully making them mind their own business, and sighed. “That’s because I’m a criminal.”

She frowned, though she didn’t look shocked or disgusted. Of course, she knew I went to prison, but she didn’t—

“You’re not,” she interrupted my thoughts, placing a hand over mine. The warmth of her palm instantly calmed me down, and I flipped my hand over to grab hers.

“You don’t know what I did,” I said, dropping my eyes to the table, watching the bubbles in Bellamy’s Coke ascend.

“I...” She let me go, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“What?”

She looked up to me with those beautiful blue eyes, almost making me forget that we were having a conversation. “Katy told me.”

I clenched my jaw, anger coming to the surface as I thought about that witch. “She’s always trying to fuck things up for me.” I rubbed my fingers over my temples, regretting a mistake from years ago once again.

“Why?”

She had to ask. Of course, she had to ask. Was I ready to tell her about all the stupid things I had done in the past? I knew that I wanted to spend as much of my life with her as I could—and as much as she would let me, so I might as well tell her right now.

“I slept with her a few years back. I was drunk, she was needy.” I avoided Bellamy’s eyes, afraid she was going to leave me. Or yell at me.

I still shiver when I think back to that night.

She swallowed, nodding to herself. “That makes sense.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, surprised by her reaction.

She shook her head, taking a sip from her drink. “It’s in the past. Sure, am I jealous? Yes. But I can’t do anything about it now, can I?”

That made sense. But I wasn’t going to deny that her jealousy stirred something inside me. How did I get so lucky?

“There’s no need to be jealous,” I said when our waiter brought over our desserts, the smell of warm chocolate hitting me in the face like a brick wall.

“Thank you,” Bellamy said to him, licking her lips at the chocolate lava cake she had ordered. “What were we talking about?”

I smirked, grabbing my spoon to dig into my ice cream. “You have my whole heart, Bellamy Powell, so no, you don’t need to be jealous of anyone.”

She froze with her fork mid-air, her eyes wide as she stared at me. “I...”

“I love you,” I told her, grabbing her hand and giving it a little squeeze.

She seemed uncomfortable, looking nervous as she avoided my eyes. Did she not feel the same?

I almost wished I could take back the words as she kept quiet, but all was well when she spoke.

“I love you, too.”

My heart burst with happiness, and I could safely say that this was the best moment of my life. Bellamy Powell loved me.

“Eat your dessert, Goldilocks,” I said, quickly spooning some of my own. “We’ve got places to be.”

I shot her a wink, and she shifted in her seat, her cheeks turning a beautiful shade of pink.

We continued to eat in silence, enjoying each other’s company, and I smirked at the occasional glance my way from her.

Once we were done destroying the sugary goodness, I quickly asked for the bill, ready to take Bellamy out of here and show her how much I really loved her.

When I returned to the table, however, she was as white as a sheet.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, holding out my hand so I could help her up. She took it gratefully, taking deep breaths as she followed me out.

“I just feel really sick suddenly,” she explained, clamping my arm like it was her life line. “Maybe some fresh air will do the trick.”

I brushed my fingers over her cheek, leading her out of the restaurant and into the cool evening air. She sighed, closing her eyes.

She took a few minutes before she opened them again, giving me a small smile. “Much better.”

“Want to walk home?” I asked, nudging my head in the direction of home. She nodded, looping her arm through mine as she followed me down the street.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” I started softly, keeping my eyes on the road. “Do you know why you’ve been feeling bad these last couple of weeks? And the nosebleeds?”

She swallowed hard, and I instantly started to worry. Was it something bad?

“No,” she replied, though I didn’t quite believe her answer. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, keeping her eyes on her feet, and my concern grew.

I wasn’t going to push her to tell me, but that didn’t mean that I could let it go. Maybe she would tell me another day, when she felt comfortable enough to.

Did it sting that she seemed not wanting to share her struggles with me? Yes. I wanted to help her, comfort her, but I couldn’t do that if I had no idea what was going on.

I just hoped that she would start to let me in more in the future.

“Well, well, well,” a voice sounded behind us, and I balled the fist of my free hand, digging my nails in my palm. What did this fucker want?

“Sebastian,” I stated when we turned, coming face to face with the man himself and his buddies, all looking like they were about to rob a bank.

Ok, I’ll admit people thought the same of me sometimes, but this was definitely different. And besides, they would actually rob a bank.

Bellamy shuffled a little further behind me, keeping her arm through mine as we slowly got surrounded by the group.

My gut was telling me to run, especially because I didn’t exactly do what Sebastian had told me to do the last time we spoke.

“Good that we’re running into you, actually,” he said, a grin playing on his lips and his dark eyes looking almost black as they shifted from me to Bellamy.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and I suddenly remembered why I kept her at arms length all those years. Not only was I mentally unstable, but after prison, I definitely owed people.

“Can we talk tomorrow?” I suggested, desperate to get Bellamy out of here.

Sebastian played with a pocket knife, pretending to be uninterested as he picked at his nails. “You want me to do you a favor?”

I clenched my jaw, grabbing Bellamy’s hand behind me and giving it a little squeeze. I had no idea what exactly I wanted to tell her with the gesture, but anything along the lines of its going to be ok would do.

“After you failed to complete your end of our deal?”

Bellamy shifted behind me, and I closed my eyes. It was something I wanted to tell her when I was ready, and preferably not in public.

“Sebastian,” I warned, standing up straight, attempting not to get intimidated by him as his playful expression disappeared and everyone around us took a step closer.

“I protected you,” Sebastian pushed a finger in my chest. “I made sure you had the most comfortable time—were treated like a king.”

Another harsh poke with his finger and I had to take a step back if I didn’t want to fall over.

“And this is your idea of fair?” He chuckled, focusing on the blonde behind me. “I’d get out while you can, sweetheart.”

I felt her shiver, and the way Sebastian spoke to her shocked the adrenaline back into my body.

“Again, don’t talk to her like that,” I sneered, gasping when Sebastian grabbed me by my collar and pushed me up against the wall.

"You don’t get to talk to me like that,” he hissed in my face, the scar on his cheek shining in the moonlight and giving him a wicked look.

I let out a breath, but kept my mouth shut.

“Or...” Sebastian snapped his fingers, signaling something to the guys behind him.

My eyes widened when they quickly approached Bellamy, and my breath got stuck in my throat when I noticed that she protected her stomach with her hands, backing away from them.

Why would she...?

All the blood drained from my face when I realized what it meant. Why she has been feeling sick. What she was protecting.

Oh my god.

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