He was there

***POV – Damion

“We’re going to get you out of here,” I say as soon as we walk into the office. Mel gets up but almost immediately falls over. I catch her just in time and pick her up in my arms bridal style. She snuggles her head against my shoulder and closes her eyes. Axel picks up Kiara the same way and follows me to the stairway. I see the police have arrived and are talking to the people bundled into the corner. Chloe’s arms are waving up and down as she explains something to one of the officers.

“Don’t go breaking any rules,” Logan comments and grabs my shoulder.

“Maybe I’ll come by later when all this is wrapped up.”

“Ok, let me know.” I walk down the stairs to my car and the bouncers try to keep the press away from us. I put her in the passenger seat and buckle her seatbelt. Axel takes Kiara to his car and I tell him that I’m going to stop at a 24-hour shop on the way.

“I’ll phone my dad to meet us at my house.” I drive behind Axel, talking to my dad on the phone until I see the shop. Axel parks next to my truck.

“I’ll keep an eye on them while you’re inside.” He explains, leaning against the front of his truck.

“Do you need anything?” I ask him and he shakes his head. I run into the store to get some energy drinks, just like the doctor ordered. I end up buying chocolates, some crisps and cooldrink, pain pills, and bread. I don’t know what she wants, so I just get a wide variety, hoping something will be to her liking.

A goofy smile crosses my face as I walk past the clothing aisle and I remember that she won’t have any clean underwear at my house, so a packet of panties size small succumbs to the growing heap in the trolley. She can share with Kiara, guessing they’re the same size.

I carry Mel out of the car and dad is waiting at the door. I put her on the sofa next to Kiara. I can see that the drugs and the shock took their toll on her, she’s pale and tired as if she’s going to fall over any minute.

“Stay here!” That’s an order, but I don’t think she’s in any shape to argue with me right now. I meet Axel in the kitchen and hand him some of the energy drinks and sandwiches while dad checks them over.

“I have to go. My shift starts in two hours.” Axel munch down his sandwich and I nod.

“I'll watch both of them.”

“They’re going to be just fine, just need some sleep.” Dad pours himself a cup of coffee, waiting for us to explain what happened. I hand him the letter and he frowns, looking worried. We talk for a while and then they leave, dad, saying he’ll talk to Uncle John. I make sure all the doors are locked behind them.

I find Kiara fast asleep on the one couch and I remove her shoes and cover her with a blanket. Mel is watching me with big eyes, her pupils large, making her eyes look eery. I carry her to my room and put her down on the bed.

Then I open the water to fill the bath, adding some bubbles. Mel is still sitting on the bed in the exact position I left her, her head leaning against one of the dark-wood posters of my bed.

“Let’s put your bloody ass in the bath.” She nods and gets up from the bed. The next moment her knees buckle and I catch her just in time, making her sit on the bed again, holding her until I’m sure she’s not going to fall over. I take off her shoes and pants and carry her to the bathroom.

“Damion, I can do it myself!” She hisses.

“I’m not trying to be a pervert here, I just don’t want you to faint in the bath. I’ll close my eyes and I promise not to look … much.” I laugh as she stares at me.

“Anyway, I’ve seen it all before.”

“I was drunk and not naked!” She doesn’t sound very sure. I help her to take off the rest of her clothes, leaving her in just those black freaking lacy underwear. I desperately try not to google over her perfect body, but I just have to steal a few secret glances and the little guy reacts on cue, pushing against my pants.

“Damion!” She scolds “You promised!” I look up into her eyes and give her my best smile.

“Sorry, shit, can’t help myself.” I look back down at her cleavage again and she hits me with a fist on my chest.

“I swear Damion Grimm, I’m going to take out your eyes with a spoon.” I look up, still smiling. “It’s just the best tits I’ve ever seen. Can’t blame a man. But I’m done now, scout’s honor” I put my hand in the air.

“You a scout? Gmf. Why don’t I believe that?” She pulls her mouth in that super cute sexy way, forming little dimples in her cheek.

“I was, a good-doing boy-scout.” Then I turn around like the good little boy I am NOT, waiting for her to get naked and into the bath. I’m glad I’ve done the bubble thing cause I don’t think my self-control will hold if I see her completely naked. The splashing of the water makes my dick stir, and my mind is thinking of all the many ways I can take her in that bath, the one with her legs over my shoulders sticking out.

“You good.”

“Yes, it’s perfect, except for the demon in the room.” A faint chuckle rumbles over my lips wondering what she would think if she knew where the demon’s mind is lurking right now. I turn around and slide down the tiles to sit with my back against the wall. If I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, the sight of her in that bubble bath looking like a freaking angel just proved me wrong. Even her fucking painted black toenails sticking out of the foam are driving me wild.

The day I saw Mel again at the locker, a definite line was drawn in my life. Before then, it seems as if I was living every horny teenage boy’s dream life, I had my motorbikes, was popular in school, great in sport, and was quickly on my way to becoming a celebrity, but I was stuck in the darkness of guilt, fighting my demons. And to manage I needed to control every aspect of my life. Having control was the only thing I could ... well ... eh control in my life. And the things keeping me in control were my rules and sticking to them become a priority.

Then the little girl with the violet eyes from my youth appeared before me again, and boy did she go and throw my whole life upside down in just a second. Suddenly I was thinking about her all of the time and my control started slipping more and more. Then the war started inside me – a neverending fight between my feelings for Mel and sticking to my rules.

Every time Mel made me lose control, I had to counteract and do something to get my control back again. It became so bad, that I started to gain complete control over my emotions. My sex life. My racing. I even tried to control death and each time I smiled into his face, it felt overwhelmingly good, like a drug. I got hooked on the feeling, needing more and more.

So each time after I saw Mel, I took even more risks, made more bad choices, fucked more and more girls, and done more death-defying stunts, putting them on social media like a trophy. I did everything just to try and get my mind off her, but with no luck.

But this past year away from her, almost going mad and drowning in my dark side, was like a wake-up call, and I started my rehabilitation – one step at a time. First, I quit fucking around – no more meaningless sex and one-night-stands for me. And I can proudly say that I’ve been sex-deprived for this whole season. Okay, I may have increased my adrenaline boosts to compensate, but still, I’m rather chuffed with myself.

“Damion!” I realize she’s calling me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yep.” I jump up from the ground.

“I’m finished. Can you turn around?” When I turn back she’s wrapped up in a towel and my mind is getting all sorts of dirty thoughts again, all starting with me ripping off that towel and ending with my dick in her pussy. Ug, Damion, I scold myself, just minutes ago you were acknowledging about being ‘sex clean’ and now you’re high-diving thinking about her private parts. But I’m sure sex with Mel is not bad for me but rather quite the opposite.

I hand her some clean clothes, including the pack of underwear from the store, before turning around yet again. Me being this good-boy gentleman while having a naked girl in my room is so against my nature, but I’ll do it for Mel. Actually, come to think of it, I’ve never had a naked girl in my room before thanks to my rules.

“You bought me some panties?” She laughs, but I can hear her opening the packet.

“Well, it was more for me than for you. Having you without ANY underwear in my bed would probably drive my little guy nuts.” She’s already tucked in bed when I dare to look over my shoulder so I take a quick EXTRA cold shower and run downstairs.

I grab sandwiches, and the energy drinks from the fridge, as well as some of the goodies I bought on the way home. Mel opens her eyes when I put everything on the bed.

“Hungry?” I ask and she pushes herself up to grab a sandwich from my hand without a word, taking a bite, giving me a big smile.

“This is great!” She gestures to the bread, talking with her mouth full. Why is everything she does so fucking cute and sexy? We finish eating and I take the dishes back to the kitchen and put them in the washer. I look in at Kiara, but she’s still sleeping. I take her pulse and satisfied that she’s ok, I go back to my room.

“Can we watch Vampire Diaries?” She asks as soon as I get into the bed next to her. I hand her some pain pills and she swallows them down with her energy drink.

“Anything you want.” She laughs and puts her head against my shoulder. I breathe in deep, taking in the smell of her hair while pushing buttons on the remote. I must admit, I’m getting addicted to this story, especially if I get to watch it with her in my arms.

But this time my mind is drifting away from the TV, thinking about tonight. How did he spike the drinks under Logan and Axel’s noses? How did he get out of the bathroom undetected? Did he use the window?

“He was there.” She’s almost asleep, so I’m not sure if she’s dreaming or talking to me.

“What?” I don’t understand what she means. “He was there that day in the haunted house, I saw him.” I let her drift off while stroking her arm, my mind overloaded with all the information. I’m not sure who she means exactly, was D there when she got shot? But he would have been only a kid himself. Maybe he was one of the kids in her class? Or was she talking about Harry? Shit, I need to ask her, but then I look down and she looks so peaceful, that I decide it can wait until she wakes up.