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Damian
I’m thoughtlessly flipping through the channels, trying to find something to distract me from needing to see her. I don’t want to text her just in case she’s with him. The thought of them together slams me with such hatred; it’s hard to focus on anything else. My phone vibrates with a message, so I pick it up hoping it’s her. It’s not.
Jax: Who is up for a good time tonight? There’s a new lounge I want to check out.
Damian: I’m good.
Jax: I bet you are. That girl was hot, D. Want a repeat tonight or are you married already?
Damian: Nothing happened.
Gabe: What? Why?
Damian: I wasn’t feelin’ it.
Jax: Coulda fooled me, brother. You two were all over each other. It’s her isn’t it? Lilah’s got her hands wrapped around your dick? Did she break up with the asshole yet? If not, then you gotta get over her.
Gabe: As much as it pains me to agree with him, he’s right. There’s only so much you can do, D. Clearly, threatening him didn’t work.
Damian: Yeah, get over it. I’ll get right on that. Whenever you find a woman you give a shit about, Jax, we’ll see how quickly you’ll get over it when you can’t have her.
Jax:Just looking out, man. I know I joke and shit, but I don’t like seeing you looking like a mess.
Damian: Thanks. But I got this.
Gabe: OK, D. Let us know if you change your mind about tonight.
Damian: I will.
I know they mean well, but they don’t know what I feel for her. She has such a hold on me. It’s as though she’s always been there, in every part of my life. I can’t even remember my life without her.
Jax doesn’t get it. He’s never been in a serious relationship. But Gabe should understand what I’m going through. He was once in love and it looked good on him. That is until his ex-girlfriend broke the fuck out of his heart. The poor bastard never moved on. But if there’s hope for me, there’s hope for him too.
The soft knocking on my door jolts me out of my thoughts. Hoping that it’s who I think it is, I fly for the door and open it.
She’s standing there looking hot as hell with her hair up in a ponytail like the first night we met. I note her wide-eyed expression as she taps her thumbs together, nervously. I reach for her hand, bringing her inside.
“What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?” I look her up and down not seeing any signs that she’s hurt. She lets go of me and paces back and forth. “I finally did it.”
“Did what, baby girl?” My voice does nothing to calm her, she continues to pace while I continue to worry. “Lilah, come here.” Moving to the couch, I sit in hopes she joins me.
“Ugh, what did you say?” She stops to look at me but it’s as though she doesn’t see me at all. Her eyes are clouded, covered by a fog.
“Sit with me baby, tell me what happened.”
She’s deep in thought as she grabs her ponytail, twisting the ends, just like she did the first time I saw her at the bar, the night she was upset over that bastard. “Okay. Sorry. I’m just—”
“Don’t apologize,” I pat the seat next to me, “just come here.”
She finally sits and tells me everything that happened. Her voice carries so much fear and worry, it kills me to hear it.
But I’m glad she doesn’t believe he’s getting help. I’ll bet anything he’s lying. Even if he wasn’t, so what? Therapy rarely ever works for abusers. It’s something I researched. More than once.
I wish she’d just get out now, forget this one-month bullshit, but I refuse to pressure her anymore. I want this to be her decision no matter how sick it makes me.
I circle an arm around her, protectively. “I’m proud of you, babe.”
She leans her head against my shoulder and releases a heavy breath. Her voice trembles and I feel the tremor as I hold her, making all the muscles within me go rigid. “I’m scared, Damian. I know him better than anyone,” she confesses. “He won’t just let me go.”
