Damien
“Everyone’s going to listen to me, put the phone down, and let my neck go. Or Milo’s going to have a bullet through his head.”
I attempt to pull my arms away, but it’s like they’re stuck. They won’t budge from around his neck.
“Damien let him go please.” Milo begs as he looks up from the gun at me with pleading eyes.
“I— I—”
I continue trying to unhook my arms around Nathan’s throat. But for the life of me I—
“—Can’t.”
“Damien please.” Caleb pleads on the right of me, sitting still in the chair with the phone planted face down on the table.
“You have three seconds to let go of me.” Nathan warns as he places his finger on the trigger, “3…” I continue to pull my arms, miserably failing.
Fuck! Why the hell aren’t my arms moving!?
“2…”
Come on! Please move—
“1…” He pulls the trigger and before I knew it, there was a loud gunshot and Milo fell to the floor.
Finally my arms unhooked from Nathan’s throat, and I looked down at Milo’s limp body being pulled into a crying Caleb’s arms.
I watch as the blood pours down Milo’s forehead and my heart nearly skipped a beat as tears blurred my vision. My hands clamp over my mouth as I feel my heart sink to the floor.
***
   “Damien.” I hear my name being called and I shoot up, I was drenched in sweat. I run a hand through my hair as I look at my lap collecting myself and thoughts, tears running down my skin.
A hand wiping tears from my face caused me to snap back to reality, looking up I see Milo. Eyes opened, alive and well, no blood, no bullet through his head. Just him, breathing and conscious.
“Are you alr—” I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight, keeping him close for a while. It was a dream, just a fucking dream. Of everything I had to dream about, why something so fucking brutal? Why about
“Damien, are you ok?” Milo asks as his arms wrapping his arms around me.
“Yea, just a nightmare.” I let out a sigh before pulling back, I keep my hand in his.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.” I looked around on the bed, “Did Caleb already leave for class?”
“Yea, he left an hour ago.” He continues before letting my hand go and slipping off the bed, “I’m getting in the shower, okay? You gonna be alright?”
“Actually, can I get in with you?” I ask him and I watch his face and the tip of his ear flush red.
“U—Uh, yea.”
“I forget that your ears turn red when you blush.” I toss my legs off the bed, looking up at him as he stands in between my legs with a dorky red face.
“Shut up, they do not.” He adverts his eyes away, clearly embarrassed.
“Hm, whatever you say.”
“I’m getting in the shower.” He rushes out the door into the bathroom, after a few moments I hear the water running.
I smile at his embarrassed state before standing up and walking to the bathroom and getting undressed before getting into the shower.
“How are you feeling after yesterday?” He asks as he grabs his lufa and pours some scented body wash on it, before beginning to wash his body.
“Actually that was what I had a nightmare about.”
“Oh, if you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to. But—” He sharply turns around to me with a stern face, “—it actually better be because you don’t want to talk about it, not because you think your feelings aren’t valid, okay?” He scolds with a slightly suspicious face.
“I promise it’s not because of that.” I chuckle at him, he hands me his lufa before turning around again.
“Can you wash my back?”
“Sure.” I began to rub his back with the lufa until his back was fully covered in soap, “What about you, how are you feeling?”
“Eh, I’m still shocked by it. I can’t believe he actually had a gun on, I knew he had a gun since Caleb told us about it and at the st—” He stopped, which also made me stop rubbing his back.
“At the store, that was what you were about to say right?” He didn’t respond, which only proved my suspicion. “Why didn’t you tell me when we were at the store? Milo we aren’t teenagers anymore, you can’t just hide shit like that, like you used to. You could have been killed if I hadn’t come.”
“I know, I know. I was just scared, angry, anxious, a lot of emotions were going through me at the moment. He threatened if I told anyone he would come for Caleb, and I didn’t want to risk it. I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around himself, like he was hugging himself. Sighing, I wrapped my arms around him, my chin resting on his wet, soapy skin.
“I’m glad nothing happened to you.” I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “Dumbass.”
“If you’re going to call me names, I can leave. I’m done showering.” He attempted to step out of the shower but I pulled him back.
“Fine, I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“I’m not doing this with you.” I groan, but he again tries to leave but I pull him back. “Fine, I’m sorry for calling you a Dumbass, happy?”
“No.”
I roll my eyes before grabbing my wash cloth and soap before washing myself, soon giving him my wash cloth to wash my back.
“Do you do squats in the gym?”
“Yea, why?” I answer confusedly.
“They’re paying off.” He slaps my ass and I immediately turn around to him giggling at me.
“You are so fucking gay.” I remark as he hands me my wash cloth with an innocent smile as if he didn’t just smack my wet ass.
“If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be in the shower with you right now.”
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to get touchy with you.” I thump him on the forehead.
“Blah, blah, blah, rinse the soap off so we can get out.”
“I swear I’m going to fuck you before the day is over.” I threaten with a smirk as the water rinses the soap off me.
“I doubt it, because I’m gonna be gone all day.” He turns off the water before stepping out of the shower, and I follow him out.
“Where are you going?”
“Class, then I’m visiting my dad’s grave with my mom, after we’re hanging out all day. Once I get home I’ll study, wash up and be knocked out. So you aren’t gonna have any time to do anything.” He wraps a towel around himself, and hands me a towel to do the same before we go back to Caleb’s room. Since we are mostly in Caleb’s room we put some extra clothes of ours in here.
“When does your class start?”
He already has a shirt on before looking over at me suspiciously, “Two hours…”
“Well…” I shut the door and walk over to him, “That’s more than enough time for me.” I pull him up into my arms and carry him to the bed before placing him down.
“I thought you said you were too tired?”
“I was, now I’m refreshed. Not to mention I’m not going to see you all day, I want to make you miss me for the rest of the day.”
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A/N:
I’m giving you two chapters today because
I’m trying to hurry this story along, because it’s taking
too damn long.
I’m at forty-two chapters right now, and only thirty-four are out. I’m almost finished, I’m literally writing the ending right now.
Which well probably be no longer than forty-five chapters. At most it’ll be forty five chapters.
I might post two chapters a day from now on.
Or not, I don’t know yet 🤷ðŸ¾â€â™‚ï¸
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