"Why.." I reasked him softly.
He picked me up, and I clung to him like a small child, with my arms around his neck and my legs around his body.
He walked toward the sofa and sat us down with me straddling him, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck.
“Why do you keep hurting me, Damian? Don’t you know how much I love you? Don’t you know you are one of the reasons that made me try hard to survive in those five days?” I sobbed.
“Tell me what you want from me, Baby girl,” he whispered ever so softly.
“I want you to love me. I want you not to hurt me anymore. I want you to be honest with me. I want you in my life, not because I forced you to, not because you feel guilty, but because you truly love me. I want you to make me your wife. I want to spend forever with you..” I sobbed harder.
“Baby girl, please
“Mommy!” I heard a little boy’s voice calling me. I looked around. Where are we? I was sitting down in a beautiful meadow. “Mommy!” the little boy called me again. I looked around again. I could see no one. Where is the little boy? “Mommy, I’m here!” I heard his voice again. I kept looking around, but I couldn’t see him. “Look closer, Mommy!” the little boy called out to me again. There! He was standing a few steps away from me. He was wearing all white, a white shirt and long white pants. Rai? I stood up and went to him, but before I could reach him, he ran away from me, laughing. I ran after him, but I couldn’t rea
"Baby girl?"; I heard Damian's voice as I was chopping shallots in the kitchen.I glanced at him and smiled."What are you doing, Baby girl?" he asked in disbelief and.. suspicion?I rolled my eyes. What does he think I'm doing in the kitchen?"I'm turning this kitchen into a meth lab" I told him as seriously as I could manage.The look he gave me was more than enough to make me laugh. He looked horrified! Does he really think I'm going to run a meth lab?I laughed. "I'm making us breakfast.""You are cooking?"; I could still hear the disbelief in his voice."Of course, I'm cooking. Now shoo. Take a shower and join me here after that" I told him without looking at him, continuing to chop all the other ingredients.I never enjoyed cooking at all. I hated the strong smell of garlic, shallot, a
It had been a week since I dreamt about our little boy, since I could feel again. If I thought being able to feel again was great, I couldn’t be more wrong about it.I had nightmares about those monsters every night. Luckily, I didn’t scream or trashed around in bed because every time I woke up, Damian was still sleeping soundly beside me, with his arms holding me close to him.It was all for the best. I didn’t tell him that I had nightmares every night. I didn’t want him to worry. He was making sure that I wasn’t traumatic, he did everything he could to make me feel loved, to make me happy. I couldn’t burden him with stories of my nightmares.We still hadn’t talked about what happened to me during my kidnapping. He didn’t ask me about it, and I didn’t tell him about it. He might have known or had an idea what those monsters did to me, I was sure of it. I knew from Ma
When we saw the psychologist. I told her how I was able to cry now, how I wasn’t feeling detached from the world anymore. I could feel, but it led to nightmares. I also told her about the time when I felt Damian’s friends were the bad guys. Lastly, I told her about the way I felt about my scars.Damian was always there when I went to see my psychologist or psychiatrist. He was always in the room with me, listening carefully, without saying a word except if they needed me to do something, then he would ask questions to make sure he got everything right.The psychologist told me that it was great that I could feel again. To be honest, I wanted to yell at her when she said that. Great? Everything that happened after I could feel again didn’t feel great at all! I kind of wished that I was still unable to feel because then nothing would matter. I could accept everything that had happened to me. I could even accept my scars. But
We couldn't keep our hands or lips off each other during the drive home, not caring that Paul was there. It had been more than six months, and we were hungry for each other.The silence inside the car was filled with the sound of our wet kisses, my moans of his name, and his groans of mine.I unbuttoned his shirt and roamed my hands all around his body - his smooth, soft yet hard skin felt hot under my touch. My mouth sucked his exposed skin, marking him as mine.He didn't take off my clothes, but his hands roamed around my body through my clothes. He pinched my nipples roughly through my clothes, and I arched my back. His mouth sucked the crook of my neck, marking me as his.When we reached the hotel, my hands shot to button up his shirt, but he got out of the car before I could do it, pulling me with him. His hair was messy from how I ran my hands through them, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He look
I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man?Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked!I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still?
“What's on your mind, Baby girl?” Damian suddenly asked as we were watching a series on Tv the next day. I loved relaxing like this, me leaning against his shoulder with his arm holding me tight. “Just how much I love you.” I lifted my head to look at him and gave him a smile. He chuckled. “I love you too, Baby girl. Is that all you’ve been thinking about? You’ve been quiet all day.” His expression turned serious. “How much I love you and how lucky I am to have you,” I told him again, smiling softly at him. He looked deep into my eyes and sighed before turning his gaze back to the tv. He knew I had lied to him, but he didn’t say anything. Of course, my words were all true. I loved him, and I was lucky to have him, but that wasn’t what I was thinking. I still think of what happened yesterday. It disturbed me that my PTSD extended to the way that I couldn’t have sex with
“Ding dong.” The bell rang as we were watching tv the next day.Damian started to stand up to get the door, but I touched his hand, preventing him.“Let me.” I said before planting a kiss on his hand and standing up to get the door.Just as I stepped near the door, my leg ache and I nearly fell down. I reached toward my scar to massage it while looking back at Damian. I was relieved that his gaze was still fixed on the tv. I didn’t want him to know that sometimes my leg still ached, or that sometimes it made me limp or even nearly fell down because of it.Dr. Neil said it was chronic pain. My leg had fully healed, but sometimes it might still ache. As I had stated before, I didn’t mind the aches as they only lasted for a few seconds.I went to the door to open it and saw Max.“Max!” I grinned at him and wrapped