Chapter 19 The Conversation

  Sarah's POV

  I don't answer that question. I can't...I just look into his eyes, pleading as if hoping he'll understand. How am I going to tell him that it was my own father?! He seems to understand my intentions. He stands up from his seat and comes in front of me, he actually kneels so he can be at the same level as me.

  Damon: Sarah, if you don't help yourself how can I help you?!

  Sarah: I am sorry, I just... can't.

  He lifts his hand to touch me. This time I don't pull away but when his fingers touch my skin it's like electricity hit us both...

  He immediately pulls his hand back and so do I.

  I know that we are both surprised because of the look in his eyes. What is wrong with us?!

  We stay there for a moment staring at each other literally saying nothing.

  Then he stands up and clears his throat…

  Damon: Ahem. I will be outside for a minute…if you need to call someone to tell them you are alright or anything, call from that phone.