I couldn't sleep at all after seeing Damien outside; instead of being bored out my mind in my room I adventure out into my yard. Phone and ear buds in hand. I grab my robe with a hood since it's a little late and slightly chill out. I stop by my kitchen and make a little cup of hot cocoa. I sprinkle in some marshmallows and exit my back door. I place my hot cocoa in the small table by my hammock. I plop down in my hammock; in return it begins to swing every which direction. Nearly knocking me out the other side. Once she's done moving like a wolf beast, I lay back and glaze up at the stars. I am not sure how long I've been laying here stargazing before the backdoor of Damien's house slams shut. The noise causes me to jump in fright; this causes me to land on the hard cold ground with a loud thud. I peak over in the direction of the noise; I can see Damien pacing back and forth. Like he's angry or frustrated about something. Moments later his father storms out and stalks over towards his son. I quickly lie back down on the cold grass as I watch from afar.

"Seriously Damien. Weed in your room?" His father questions in anger.

"So what? It's legal and doesn't cause any harm!" Damien fires back his response.

"Why must you be so rebellious and reckless." His father snaps back.

"Why must you always be in everyone's business?" Damien says with annoyance in his voice.

"You're never going to mount up to anything. Unless like your mother." His father says with viciousness.

"Don't talk about my mom!" Damien screams out loud.

"She's the one who left this family. Fucking junkie." His father speaks with so much hatred.

"If you would have treated her right she wouldn't have became who she is now you fucking dick." Damien growls l.

I watch as his father pulls his fist back and collides it to Damien's jaw. I let out a squeal from the contact. My noises alerts them that someone is outside listening and watching what had happened. I'm praying to God that the moonlit night doesn't give away my position. Scared for the consequences of seeing everything unfold.

"Get inside Damien now!" His father growls out.

I watch as Damien walks slowly back into his house. Before he makes it completely through the back door; his eyes scans where I'm at. I don't know if he can see me but I sure as hell can see him. Once both men are inside; I grab my belongings and haul ass back into the safety of my own home. I close my door and place my laptop back on my desk. I hop literally under my covers, head to my toes. Panting like an old dog that's been running around. Heavy breathing like someone who's out of shape. I do my breathing exercises to calm my breathing back down. Moments later my breathing has leveled back out. If it hadn't I would have hyperventilated and most likely passed out. Curiosity kills the cat one wise person said; the curiosity in this instance is me peaking out my window. What killed the cat, Damien staring straight through my window into my soul. I let out a meep squeal and scramble backwards from the window. Covering back up in my cocoon I call a blanket. I begin to hide from the world around me and continue to pray to God that Damien never saw me in the backyard. Sleep is knocking on my front door, halfway through my yawn; I collapse into a deep beauty sleep. I toss and turn in this so called beauty sleep; going from hot to cold back to hot in an instant. My dreams plagued my mind as I slept. I wake up whimpering as my alarm goes off. My alarm isn't what woke me up; my whimpering in my sleep had. I quickly do my morning routine in the bathroom. Shower, brush my teeth, fix my insane hair, take a leak; you know the routine every girl does in the morning. I walk out of my bathroom with my towel wrapped around my body and one in my hair. Naked as the day I was born I walk into my closet to rummage through my clothing. I opted for my long sleeve Nightmare on Elm Street jumper dress that's got holes shredded into it. It's black and white not Kruger's jumper colors. I call it Nightmare on Elm Street jumper because it reminds me of his jumper just a different color. Next I slip on my fishnet tights and slide my feet into my heeled leather boots. Grabbing my bag, I exit my room and begin my journey to school. Luckily I haven't ran into Damien when I get there. Shockingly, I hadn't seen Damien all day at school. Did he skipped school today? Is he okay? Wait! Why am I worrying about that asshole for? Brain, you need to turn off right now. Think of rainbows, unicorns, and alien kittens. Not that hot then cold guy. After school, I watch my brother as he has football practice. Again, Damien is not here. He must've felt ill today. After Silas's two and half hour practice; I dip out and begin to adventure back home. My mind still wonders back to Damien. I haven't figured out why I'm so worried over a guy that doesn't even like me. As I make it in front of my house I can see Damien's car in his driveway. As I turn and walk down my own driveway I feel an unease wash over me; like I'm being watched. Before I could turn around and check my surroundings, a voice in my ear stops me in my tracks.

"Don't speak a word about what you saw last night."

I turn to face honey brown eyes and knew immediately I was fucked.

Damien Black stands in front of me with a murderous glint in his eyes. He has a bruise on the left side of his face right at his jaw. My eyes wonder and scan the rest of his face. That's when I notice his black eye.

Lord, please let the ground open up and swallow me whole.

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