[Cara] I was at a loss for what to do or what I should be doing. My body moves of its own volition, yanking on the tubes inserted into the back of my palm, leaving the needles completely abandoned. Ignoring my mother’s shocked screams just as I was pushing myself up from the couch I was perched on and the searing pain that jabbed on my side, spearing into my entire system. My legs moved, and I bolted out the door before I knew it.The hallway was practically empty as my eyes darted frantically around. Just when I turned around, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a brown leather jacket dad was wearing, fading to the right corner. He was walking nonchalantly as though he did not just blow my head like a nuclear bomb dropping directly into my head.“No, dad, wait!” I started running and limping at the same time as every step I took, sending a piercing pain into my lower abdomen right around where I had been stabbed.“Cara!”Mom’s hysterical voice echoed, chasing behind me, but I didn’t even
[Cara] The familiar warm sensation wrapped around me, mingling with the pain twisting on my side and the pang of despondency battling inside me. I’m not even sure what to feel anymore. I’m so confused. I don’t want Damon anywhere near me, much less being held this close, arms wrapped around me. But at the same time, an old feeling that I had almost forgotten I could feel came rushing in, gradually dismantling the barrier I had constructed around my defenses.As much as I repulsed him with every drop of my consciousness, I couldn’t seem to pull him away. Physically, I don’t have the strength, but, deep down underneath the thick layers covering my heart, the old me was indulging in his presence. Basking in him.“Put me down.” My voice cracked, hissing in pain while putting more pressure on my side.His long stride had drastically put a quite distance from everyone falling behind us. He crosses me through the lobby with much ease, as though I weigh nothing more than a feather.“Not now,
[Cara] It’s been three months now, yet instead of waking up with the sound of my alarm clock, I jolted up on my bed, screaming bloody murder. I’ve been taking meds, helping me with my anxiety and melatonin. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.For the past couple of hours, I’ve been standing naked in front of the mirror inside my bathroom, staring at my reflection, counting each fading scar marred on my skin, especially the one on my side. The deepest and the most pronounced of them all. I’ve been back in my apartment since Burson had already been cared for. I see no reason not to stay in my place where I could be at peace in living alone.Mom, of course, protested at the thought of it, but she got no choice, and no, I refused to get medical attention to see a psychiatrist. I don’t want some stranger peering into the worst part of my life and opening the wound I’ve been working so hard to bandage shut.Well, except for Nancy. She agreed with her mom to get to a psychiatris
[Cara]“Fucking no!” I blustered out in stupefaction, seething that he hadn’t even consulted me first before planning this out.Did he ever stop and consider what I said in this? If I was okay? Does he not know the struggle I’ve been coping with?Why does he have to be so selfish?I stared down at the paper, glaring at it so feverishly, hoping that I would be able to incinerate it and combust it into flames with my stare.This cretin thought it would be a good idea to arrange an engagement ball for the two of us, despite the fact that my panic attack was already severe enough when people approached me from a close distance. And yet, here I am, thinking I was the one who has gone to madness when in fact, this bastard right here is even more insane than me.“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Exasperation drawled in my voice as I threw my hands in the air, kicked the chair behind me, and paced back to the glass window, needing to breathe without his presence suffocating my senses.The d
[Cara]I was seething the entire time I listened to the speaker at our conference. My mind reeled at the thought of going commando underneath my skirt while my panty was stuffed inside Damon’s pocket. My cheeks were still flushed with shame and titillation about earlier encounters, jarring my brain at the moment.The cretin perfected the smug look on his face, smirking the whole time like an idiot. He sat away across the table from me and did not even spare me a glance as though nothing had happened. If there were no other people in this room, I would have thrown myself to him, gauged his eyeballs out, and shoved them into his throat. You have no idea how infuriating this is to sit and can do nothing about it.“Miss Cara, do you have any input about the expansion proposal?”I was snapped out of my internal fuming when the presenter suddenly called my attention. My eyes quickly skimmed the projected slides on the whiteboard, analyzing the skewed data and charts, but unfortunately, my
[3rd POV—Damon]***Three months earlier***“You think you’ve won, huh?” Burson snickered, his words slurred almost incoherently as some of his teeth went missing, and a thick trail of blood spittle dribbled down his chin.Damon didn’t say anything. Instead, he only stared blankly at the old man. It has been hours since he left the hospital. After making sure that Cara’s condition had been stabilized and her wound had been treated well, Damon immediately went back to his mansion to take care of some unfinished business with this mother fucker.“Let me tell you something, boy, and listen well.” Burson drawled, goading him with his bloodied sneer. “Killing me isn’t going to be the end. It’s just the beginning of everything.”Damon sighed, ejecting the magazine, the emptied magazine on his gun.Somehow, Burson is quite an obstinate man for an older person. Even though he already had three of his fingers snapped broken, his jaw dislocated, his nose crooked into an awkward bent, and his fac
[3rd POV—Damon]Clearly, Damon is getting crazy being this close to her again.Her smooth silken skin slides underneath the pads of his fingers. Tracing the delectable cleft of her slit.His impulses screamed at him to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, sinking his hardness into her warmth depth.Her flawless face rests on her pillow as her full lips are parted slightly in sleep. Her dark hair is spread out on her pillow, and Damon stays still, feeling her wetness while watching her sink into her dreamless slumber.Damon selfishly wonders if she’s thinking of him, and he doesn’t care if she is murdering him in her sleep. As if to prove how her body is so in tune with his, he flicks her wet cleft. Her body quickly responds with slight lists and moans, mumbling like calling someone.“Oh, so lovely.” He whispered, leaning close to her cheek and kissing the corner of her lips.He maybe had a drink, a couple glasses of scotch, but it sounded like she said his name. He climbed into th
[Cara] I wake up with a pleasant ache between my legs, and the events of the previous night keep playing through my mind about a shadow of a man emerging from the dark corners of my room. Recovering my thoughts, I jolted up from my bed, disquieted at what supposedly had happened and, at the same time, surprised that I was still alive.Nevertheless, fragments of hazy recollections floated to the surface of my mind, and I recognized Damon’s devilish smile as it hovered above me, and I heard his voice murmuring softly in my ears.Fuck! What just happened?The moment I sit up, the soft fabric of my blanket slides down my torso, and the cold air from the caresses my skin induces my nipples to stand erect in response. Only I noticed I was naked.If not for the ache, I’d think it was a dream. Have I touched myself unconsciously? Must be. One I’d had many times before. Absently, I reach for him but come up with nothing. His body is no longer wrapped around mine.Okay, it was all just a dream