THIS COULD BE READ AS A STAND ALONE!
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has always been the oblivious one. Ever since that night when he was eight, the nightmares never left him, turning sleep into a battleground. But now, life appears perfect-he has a girlfriend, good frie...
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"Damien!" Romeo hopped out the car, running into his arms. I looked anywhere else but him when Damien hugged him back.
Then Sabrina stepped out looking miserable and sad, but that quickly disappeared when she saw the big painting leaning up against the wall."It's beautiful" Her voice soften.
"I will forgive you this time"
Romeo let's go and give us both a look. "Really?" Really. I mocked. He shot me a glare and Damien got between us.
My body couldn't handle more of him right now, so I head upstairs when I heard the police sirens pulling up.
***
"Thank you" Closing the doors with my feet and the bag of groceries in my arms, I placed them down on the counter before wiping a sweat away.
The fridge needed restocking and the living was a mess. And somehow I did not have any powers to clean, but it had to be done.
As I grabbed a broom, a thud so loud could be heard. Putting my chin on the broom stick, I thought for a second, figuring if I should go up there and check but when another thud echoed through the house I stopped when I'm doing and ran up the stairs.
Now I was standing Infront of his door. My foot lifted before slamming into the door with a bang. "Damien?" The impact of my kick, sends the door into the wall, causing a dent.
Fuck.
"Mike" A sweaty and out of breath Damien murmured my name low and raspy. I was caught up, eyeing him. His shirtless body, messy dark hair and that peachy lip.
I shook my head, realizing what the hell I was doing. "Get out" he said, and when he tried to speak, coughs replaced his words.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
"You're sick" I smiled.
"What's there to smile about?" He covered himself with his blanket as I took more steps.
My palms landed on his forehead checking for any heat, and fuck was he burning. I quickly opened the windows and turned the fans on.
"Aw, need me make you some chocolate tea" I teased. Grunting, Damien removed his blanket just so I could only see his head. He nodded, slowly.
"Magic word?"
"fuck off" A pillow landed between my feet as i walked out his room, laughing.
Hours later, Damien kept getting worse. I was getting worried now. He's now playing a game which is bad for obvious reason.
"Stop." I grabbed the controller from his grasp. Damien whipped his eyes from the screen and to me, scowling. "Let's just get some fresh air" Without his respond I grabbed his wrist pulling him up.
