I lightly knock on the door and wait for a response. "Come on in," I hear Damon mumble faintly. I slowly push the door open and see Damon sitting on the bed. As I walk in the atmosphere feels different...it's weird. He looks towards the doorway and when his eyes meet mine, he puts something into the drawer beside him very quickly. A picture frame? "Oh hey Mari," he says before giving me a small smile. It's not a real smile though, it's fake.
"What were you holding there?" I ask him before raising my eyebrow at him.
"Oh that," he says before letting out a nervous cough while looking at me and shifting his position on the bed. "Uhh, it was nothing."
Sure it was "nothing."
A moment of silence passes between us before I decide to speak up and say something. "Are you feeling okay today?" I ask before walking closer to him. "You seem...well-uh quite different today." As I get closer and closer, I realize that Damon's eyes are filled with pain, sorrow, sadness and even a hint of anger which is something that I've never seen before. I don't like that either.
"I'm fine," he says before breaking eye contact with me. He's trying to keep a façade...but it's not going to work. "I'm just fine...Never better." Damon let's out a small sigh and I decide to sit on the bed beside him. As the bed moves because of my weight, Damon doesn't even bother to acknowledge my presence and he keeps his blue eyes locked on the ground. Yeah, something is definitely not right.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask him. "So you can uh- get it off of your chest?," I say trying to lighten up the mood in the room. Damon continues to look like he's being eaten alive by something...sadness possibly...and I find myself being affected by him. "It's not good to hold things in you know," I say before letting out an awkward laugh.
Damon looks up and looks out the window right in front of us. The sunlight reflects off of his blue eyes, making them almost look like glass. "I'm just having a rough morning," he mumbles. "No big deal." I watch as Damon begins to pick on his fingernails without even looking at me still. "I'm just thinking about things that's all." He says those words in such an annoyed tone that it almost seems as if my picking at him is pissing him off.
"Oh," I simply say before lacing my fingers together. I find myself looking at the ground because I am at loss of words. I don't know what else to say. For the first time ever, I feel awkward being around Damon...
Might as well ask him what I wanted to know now. "Do you have a daughter Damon?" I ask softly hoping that he doesn't hear me...but I know he does.
Damon looks over at me and his face is completely solid, his blue eyes more alert than they were a few seconds ago. "How did you know that?" he asks through clenched teeth. I guess I shouldn't have asked that. Yeah, I shouldn't have. I am stupid. Very stupid.
"Uhhh-the clothes in the bedroom," I say rapidly before gulping. Damon's eyes stare intensely into mine and that just makes things even more awkward. "I just wondered. If-if you do-"
Damon's face slowly relaxes as so do his eyes. "It's fine Mari," he says before sighing. "Yes, I-uh did have a daughter." Damon puts emphasis on the word "did" causing me to start thinking loads of questions in my mind. What did he mean by he "did" have a daughter?
"What do you mean "did"?" I ask before raising my eyebrow curiously. "What happened?" I say, sympathy laced on every word.
Damon takes his hand through his dark hair and then places his hands in front of him before sighing. "She was murdered," he simply says, not even looking at me. Again, I am at loss of words and I realize that my eyes have begun to water slightly. "She was all I had basically...all I had left to keep me feeling alive you know?" Damon shifts his gaze towards the window again before continuing to speak. "She wasn't technically my daughter...but she saved me you know? Do you know what's it's like to have someone that you love dearly stripped away from you...and you won't ever get to see them again in your lifetime? Well it fucking sucks....that's for fucking sure."
A tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. My mind instantly goes to my parents. Now that they are gone, I would give anything to have them back...to see them one last time. Damon's eyes have become glazed over with tears and I watch as he tries to hold them back. "Wow," I say. "I'm so sorry." Damon's whole physique has changed. He is now slouching, and I watch as his pain courses through his veins. All I can do is sit here and watch him as I see his emotions wash all over him.
"Oh no it's fine," he says. "She's in a better place now...watching over me...hoping that I do what's right in life." Damon cracks a small smile before looking out the window in front of us with the sun shining through it.
"Did you find out who did it?" I ask him before slightly biting my lip.
"Yeah," he says without making eye contact with me. "I sure fucking did." I notice that his hand balls into a fist and his jawline is solid now. "They are going to pay. Soon, very soon." Venom drips off of each of his words and the anger courses through him...almost as if it is a natural thing for him. But I know it's not. He's Damon...and Damon is always lively and happy.
"Well that's good I guess," I say before placing my hand on his shoulder. He looks at me again and I realize that his eyes are a darker shade of blue. I remember seeing that same exact color in his eyes months ago when he fixed my cheek at the club.
"Yup it sure is," he says before a smirk spreads across his face. But, this time it's not is usual happy, typical smirk. It's very sinister, dark and evil looking.
"You okay?" I simply ask. I watch as his physique changes again. From my eyes, it seems like a cloud of darkness is coming over him. The color of darkness in his blue eyes is still there and he continues to have that creepy ass smirk on his face. He's starting to scare me...
Damon clears his throat and nods his head before smiling at me a little bit. "Yeah I'm all good," he says. "I just don't like bringing up things like that. I like to not dwell on the past. I like to focus on the future," he says with his eyes fixated on mine with a fake smile plastered across his lips.
"What was her na-"
"I'm not talking about it anymore though," he snaps at me through his teeth in such a demanding tone that it doesn't fail to frighten me. His eyes are back to that dark shade now and his fist is clenched again beside both of us.
"O-okay," I say softly and nervously, not trying to make him explode over the topic that is obviously sensitive to him.
"You can go now," he demands. "I'll be downstairs in a minute."
I don't waste anymore time in Damon's room. Obviously, he needs some time to himself. I swiftly get up off of his bed and walk towards the door but not before looking back at him I watch as Damon picks up a pill bottle and throws it in the trashcan beside him before going back towards the same drawer that I saw him open before I came in. As soon as his hands meet the frame, I hear him faintly sobbing. Suddenly I hear the sound of the glass of the picture frame being slammed against the wall and shattering. I decide to leave because I don't want to see anymore. This is a different side of Damon, and I'd never expect him to act that way. The way he talked to me was almost as if he hated my guts. It was disturbing for me since I wasn't really expecting it. Especially from someone like him...
I make it into the hallway where I accidently bump right into Will. "Woah, slow down there," he says before smirking at me.
"I'm sorry," I say completely ignoring his previous comment. I try to walk around him but he moves so that he is standing right in front of me, preventing me from leaving.
"Wait...did you just apologize?" he asks before raising his eyebrow at me. "To me? You never apologize." He really thinks I'm the devil or something doesn't he? Suddenly he presses a hand to my forehead before goofily smiling. "Are you alright? I think you might be coming down with something Mar."
I roll my eyes at him before grabbing his hand and removing it from my forehead. "I'm fine William...and yes I do say sorry Will," I reply. "I just rarely say sorry to you in particular." I push past Will and don't get too far before he grabs onto my wrist, pulling me back towards him.
"Are you alright Mar?" he asks while looking into my eyes. I feel like I am giving myself away right now. Obviously, Will knows that something is wrong. I am a terrible actress honestly...
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves down before speaking again. "Yeah, I'm fine," I lie. "I just need to go lay down for a minute I guess." I shake my wrist out of Will's grasp but he grabs me again causing me to stop in the middle of the hallway.
"What did you and Damon just talk about?" he asks in a more softer tone. Will is now hovering over me as if he doesn't want Damon or anyone else to hear us talking...
"Nothing," I say as fast as I can, trying to keep myself from hesitating. Will looks at me as if he doesn't believe me, but ends up shrugging it off.
"You know you can tell me anything right Mari?" he says while looking at me directly in the eyes. Aww Will is trying to be comforting? How fucking cute. Well Will isn't necessarily the easiest person to talk to if you haven't noticed. He's not my go-to-person if I need a little time to rant or tell someone my worries. His anger always gets the best of him and he is so fucking opinionated and strong willed. Most of the time he enjoys completely shutting me out and going into a separate world of his own.
"I know," I lie. I never really talk to Will about anything honestly. I try to keep our conversation to a minimal.
"Okay," he says softly. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." I nod my head before Will walks towards the opposite end of the hallway.
Once he is out of sight I walk quickly towards my room and shut the door once I'm inside and take a deep breath. My nerves are all over the place right now and my inquisitive mind is trying to get the best of me. I don't know why I'm acting like this. But I just have this deep feeling in my gut...and I cannot explain it. The way Damon was acting honestly made me afraid of him. He looked at me as if he hated me with a passion. He had so much hate in his usually clear blue eyes and some of his words were laced with hate...that I felt like were directed towards me. But there's no way they could be is there? Unless he's mad at me. But I have no clue why he would be. I have done nothing to the man. I'm getting dizzy just thinking about it...
I walk over to my bed before plopping down on it and staring at the ceiling. I try to calm my nerves down my taking several more deep thoughts while trying to push my thoughts of Damon out of my head. After a few minutes, I get pissed off with myself and realize that I cannot do it. I cannot just ignore what just happened mere minutes ago. Something is seriously off and I don't have a good feeling about it...at all.
(heyyy! so I hope ya liked this chapterrr! sorry it's kinda shorttt, lol :/ but please leave a comment! so this is the chapter where all the drama starts. so that means that in the next chapter there is going to be even more drama ;) and the next chapter is going to be a little longer than this one toooo! :D thank you so much for readinggg! i'll see ya on monday! don't forget to leave a comment! PLEASEEEEE?! :D xx)