Broken ?

?I'm Not Strong?

This is hurting us both, I love getting lost in his forest green eyes. But, now all I can see is the hatred that he held for Melissa and what he did to her.

The guilt has build up in my body, I could have gone inside and stopped him. I was a coward for not doing so, and I regret it so much.

Her screaming didn't stop until an hour later, and it hurt my ears as well as my heart to hear her scream like that.

Nodding my head, I signal him that I'm fine. Or, as fine as I can get. My mind is kind of blank right now. Strangely I have no pain, physically that is.

I still have many wounds, and I also have wounds from the time Cindy and her gang of sluts burned me and my hand is still healing from the time Malcolm burned my hand.

Damien's hair is wet from his shower and he chanced his clothes. He doesn't know that I know what he did, and why he had to shower and chance his clothes.

"W..wh.her..rr... a...mmm... I..?"

My voice is only a whisper but Damien heard. I've learned in my time with him that he hears extremely well, better than most.

I sit on the bed under the black covers, since I got a bit chilly. The window is open to give us some oxygen, the air here was stale.

When Damien came he sat on the chair by the table and as soon as he entered he couldn't take his eyes off me, he tents to that from time to time.

"This is my room, I didn't want my Mi amor to be in the hospital bed forever. You needed an upgrade"

At his words my stomach goes all crazy, it's not hunger. Hunger feels a lot different than this, it's something different entirely.

Whatever it is, I like it. It only happens when Damien speaks, and that is all that matters, he makes me feel this way and I like it.

My eyes widen when I realize something, this is his room. That is why his name was in black letters. But, that isn't the most shocking thing in this whole thing.

I just slept in his bed, I am sitting on his bed, I am under his covers. I'm in his bedroom, with all of his things, which aren't that many.

"Something wrong, my love?"

He must have notice my widened eyes, and the shocking look on my face. Standing up from the chair, he makes his way over to the bed, and sits down in front of me. He takes both my hands into his, and I must say, his hands are so warm.

His hands are wrapped around mine like a glove to a hand, it's a nice foot too. My hands fit perfectly into his like they were made to be like this.

"Mi amor, if something is bothering you, tell me and I will fix it"

What if what's bothering me is him and what he has done? He hurt Melissa and she might have deserved pain but torture is too far.

Even for Damien. Sometimes he scares me, he looks like a scary dude, yet I don't feel uncomfortable when he's around . If someone else were with me I would be freaking out.

Only with him am I calm, it's a true mystery. Something about him makes me want to be close to him and with him.

For the first time in my life I have finally found something or should I say someone who I want to be with and not just as a friend.

The memory of him saying that I'm not strong comes into mind. Deep inside it hurts to hear him say it, his voice echoes in my ears, as I can not forget how he said it. He truly meant it.

"N..no..th...iii..ngg... i..sss.. ww..rr....on...g.."

I don't wish to worry him, I must prove to him that I am not weak. He must know that I'm going to become strong, for him I would.

"Just let me know if something is bothering you, anything at all. You can always come to me for help, I will be there for you no matter what"

His words may say that he believes me when I say I'm fine, however his face tells me that he does not believe me at all, not even a little bit.

In his eyes I can see that he doesn't want to believe me, they are hesitant and serious. I can see that he want me to tell him what's wrong with me.

I fear I can't do that. In order to prove to him that I'm not this weak girl he thinks I am, I mustn't tell him any of my problems or what I am thinking.

Sometimes I would tell him what is on my mind, no matter what it is. Of course, I would never say anything of my past or what has happened to me. Just the things that run through my mind at the moment.

Nothing my head in agreement, I then look down to the floor. Staring blankly and emotionless at it, it's just white and boring, I don't want to look at Damien right now.

The image of him torturing Melissa is still fresh in my mind, and that's all I can think of right now and I want to forget it.

Forgetting something like that would be like forgetting the things the devil did to me the night I ran away. I can still feel his hands all over me and the burning sensation in my stomach when he thrust his dick inside me, fast and painfully.

That is a moment that will never be erased from my mind, probably will remember it until the day that I die. Which by the way I am hoping will be soon.

No matter what Damien says or what Dr. Ray says or even what Sarah Bolt says, I will be tempting another suicide soon, only I haven't figured out how.

Everything I've tried so far has failed, I must come up with a new idea. It's just that my mind is running out of ideas to kill myself.

After a moment or two I look up from the floor, only to see that Damien is looking straight at me. However his eyes aren't even blinking and they ain't moving.

That's weird, I'm pretty sure that eyes are supposed to move and most importantly of all blink. His are doing either of those and that is freaking me out.

I notice that his forest green eyes aren't that color anymore, they're more black and dark in color, nothing like they have ever been before.

Damien himself is also not moving a muscle, his hands are holding mine pretty tight and I can't take my hands from his even if I wanted to. They're stuck.

With each passing minute his eyes turn more and more black, pitch black. I didn't even know eyes could do that and I'm sure that they can't. This isn't normal.

My heart is racing in my chest, as I stare into his dark eyes. I see no emotion behind them, no light, only darkness. They once green eyes that I've begun to love are gone and have been replaced by the blackness.

It frightens me the heck out of me. I get startled when his hands start to move, and it all happens so fast when his hands go around my body and lift me up bridal style, the covers fall of my body as he does this.

"Lycan. Protect. Mate!"

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