I woke up with the golden gleam of the sun shining threw the open window. I shifted a little in the bed only to have Damon tighten his arms around me. Isighed at the feel of Damon holding me against his bare chest. His arms constricted me from moving and I knew that he was awake. I gently smiled and Damon placed his cheek against mine.
"Good morning," I held his arm tighter to me.
"Morning beautiful," Damon kissed my cheek.
I pulled the blanket from over me and flung my legs over the side of the bed. I stood and cringed at the pain and then I smiled again. Last night I was feeling a deathly pain, but also an unbearable pleasure. Damon got up and held me steady and walked me to his bathroom. He lifted me into the shower and turned the water on hot/warm. He was about to turn around and leave until I grabbed his wrist.
"You're not joining me?," I pleaded with my pearly blue eyes.
"Sure," Damon stepped in and slid the glass down closed.
He gently put his hands on my waist and leaned his forehead against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced him to kiss me. My back hit the wall and my legs were hurting like crazy. I wrapped my legs around Damon's waist and he lifted me up and held me tighter. I giggled and Damon laughed at my eagerness. I gasped as something poked at my entrance. Damon smiled and forcefully thrusted into me. I groaned at the pain and began to sweat compared to the water blasting down on us.
"Do you want me to stop?," he asked.
"No!," I shouted gasping at the frictional pain.
I moaned as Damon went deeper slowly and as gentle as possible. As soon as he hit my g-spot I screamed until my fragile lungs hurt like they were on fire. Damon tried covering my mouth, but I was too loud and Rachelle had slid the glass door open. She gawked at us and her face turned red, but my face flushed deathly pale white. Damon set me down and turned off the water which had turned cold. Rachelle had walked out smiling, but very embarassed. I sighed and Damon lifted me up and out the shower. I grabbed his bathrobe and put it on. I walked back into his room and grabbed my nightshirt that lied on the floor. I picked it up and walked towards the window.
"Where ya going?," he asked.
"To get some clothes," I smiled crouching in the window, "I'm not staying naked all day." I smiled.
Damon walked up to me and kissed me one last time before I lept on the branch and walked to the other tree and back into my room. I slid my window closed and walk over to my dresser. I pulled out some clothes and tossed them on. I was wearing a purple tank top, black sheer sweater, and black sweat pants. I opened my door and Krystal stood there with her fist in the air about to knock.
"Hey," I said.
She lowered her hand and smiled. I looked around the room and looked back at her. She walked past me and closed the door leaning on it.
"What?," I asked.
"You know," she crossed her arms and smiled like a ceasher cat.
I gulped and looked into her eyes. She knew that I knew what she was talking about.
"I heard you scream this morning," she frowned a little.
Just then I heard a knock on my door and Krystal stepped out the way to let my mother in. I back away and plopped onto my bed, but she didn't look angry one bit. I looked at her with a curious face and she sat next to me and hugged me. I smiled and hugged her back.
"Are you okay Anna?," she asked.
"I'm fine mom," I replied.
She gave me a gentle kiss and walked out. I sighed and walked downstairs and outside to get a little fresh air. Someone put their hands to cover my eyes and kissed me gently on my neck. I smiled and removedd the hands that covered my eyes. Damon grabbed my wrist and we began to walk to somewhere. We stopped outside a cafe and Damon dragged me inside. I looked to my right and some man was reading the paper. He seemed familiar, but Damon kept dragginng me towards a table. I sat down and looked back to the man by the glass window.
He had a hat on and his face practically buried in the newspaper. Damon puthis index finger under my chin and I turned back to face him.
"Are you okay?," he asked.
"Yeah," I straightened in the chair.
"Well I hope you're hungry," he said as a waitor placed menus on our table.
"Of course I am," I picked up the menu.
"Hello I'm going to be your waitor and my name is Evan," he smiled, "can I get you anything to drink?"
"Two decafs," Damon answered.
Evan nodded and walked away. I looked at the menu and wanted something because I cold hear my stomach growling for something to eat. When Evan came back with our drinks I ordered a blueberry short stack with honey instead of maple syrup. Damon ordered sunny side up eggs, bacon, and toast. I took a sip of the decaf and it tasted... different. Something I've never tasted before ever. Damon smiled at me because he could tell by the expression on my face that I've never had a decaf.
"Sorry, I usually drink decaf when I come here," Damon appologized.
"It's fine," I set the cup down gently as Evan came back with our breakfast.
I said thank you and he slightly bowed and walked away. I picked up a fork and looked back at the man by the window and he was gone. I sighed and began to eat.
"I'll be right back," Damon got up and went to the bathroom.
I finished my breakfast and Damon wasn't back yet. But the man who was by the window was walking my way. He sat down in Damon's seat.
"Hello," he kept his head down so the hat would hide his face, and he sounded familiar.
"Uhmm... not to be rude, but may I ask who you might be?," I tried to get a glimps of his face, but failed.
"No, but I know who you are, Anna," Ilooked at this mysterious man.
I stood up and backed away heading towards the exit.
"I wouldn't do that if you wanna see your precious fuck friend," he frowned and tapped his fingers on the table.
"What did you do with Damon?," I asked.
"He's taking a short nap," the man stood up and walked behind me and putting his hand on my shoulder.
He gently put pressure on my shoulder and began to pull something out his pocket. I grabbed his hand and flipped him on his back. His hat fell off and I saw it was Matthew. I ran towards the mens bathroom and pushed with all my might to open the door. I shoved it open and saw Damon on the ground unconscious with a white cloth covering his mouth. I tossed that in a corner and put his head in my lap. I shook him multiple times and his eyes began to flutter open. I smiled at him and helped him to his feet as my smile faded.
"What happened?," he asked.
"No time," I blurted out.
We ran out the bathroom and Matthew was standing up with a gun in his hands. Everyone in the cafe were on the ground and some people were crying. I was Evan was on the ground on his knees behind Matthew. He looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"Anna, if you just come with me all of this can be resolved.
I rolled my eyes and he frowned he pointed the gun at Damon and cocked it. He pulled the trigger, I quickly pushed him out the way and he fell on the ground. I dodged the bullet and growled. He pointed it at me next, he pulled the trigger and I easily side-stepped. Evan had crawled away and I guess he was frightened. Matthew picked up a chair and threw it at me. That was a little harder to dodge so I had to catch it by the legs. I threw against a wall and I saw Evan was crawling back and I saw he had something in his hand.
He had a gun and pointed it toMatthew's back. Matthew smiledand I could tell he only had a bullet left. He re-aimed the gun at his head, and spoke.
"Anna you were a mistake, I hope you can live with the burden of my death on your back," he pulled the trigger andeverything went slow and cold.
I gasped putting a hand over my mouth. Everyone stood up and ran out the cafe. I slid on my knees to Matthew and craddled his bleeding head in my lap. Tears began to swell in my eyes as Damon crawled over to me. My dad had a cocky smile plastered on his face and the light wasn't in his eyes. I closed his eyelids and the police flooded in. Damon slowly pulled me away and I nudged my head in his neck. We were walking back to his house and he walked into the house. I looked like death. Everyone was talking until they saw me. This was going to be something hard to say.