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“You shouldn’t get up just yet, Firefly.”Firefly.Finally.
It seems weird when Damien calls me by my name. And I feel like the last few minutes have been so tense, too tense. Damien isn’t himself. The guilt he has taken on himself is eating him up alive. But the truth is… none of this is his fault like I said. I should’ve been more considerate. I had a bad feeling about that man, and yet I accepted the drink for him. Only because I was desperate to numb out my pain. Is it the pain of being abandoned? My father works hard, but I never see him. I’ve practically raised myself after my mother died. Nonetheless, taking a drink from a stranger is just plain dumb.
“Here,” Damien fetches me ibuprofen and a Liquid I.V. drink. “It should make you feel better. Stronger.”
“Thank you, Damien.” I give him a soft smile before drinking the medicine and sliding back under the silky white duvet. I am still weak, but I can easily recognize the scent.Damien’s scent.The bed smells like him, and I inhale it deeply into my lungs, letting it detoxify me from the shit I’ve been drugged with. The only drug I’m willing to take is him. Damien Alarie. My drug of choice.
“I’m going to take care of something really quick, okay?” Damien asks with concern in his voice. “You can lay or turn on the TV. Just make sure to drink that whole mug of water.”
“Yea. Okay.” I whisper, my eyes feeling heavy again.
Damien walks over to me, and cups my cheek in his hand, stroking it gently while looking down at me. “You’re safe here, okay? I won’t let anything happen to you. Not again.”
Nodding my head, my eyes start to close as the remnants of my spiked drink are still wearing off.
Damien
I left Avalyne in my room, making sure it was locked behind me. I’m now downstairs in the party lounge looking for Oliver. That bastard. He’s a dead man. He brings Ava along to one of these parties and then ditches her like she means nothing. Fuck! Maybe she wasn’t supposed to mean anything to any of us, but that’s no longer the case. She’s important. Fucking precious.
I check the time on my phone. It’s 4 in the morning, and this dickhead won’t answer my calls.
“I swear when I find you–” I talk through gritted teeth at my phone.
“Hey, cuz,” his voice reaches my ear from behind, and a pure rage rushes through every vein in my body.
I spin around, seething. “She’s safe.” I hardly manage to answer, clenching my jaw and fists.
“So?” He grabs a vodka bottle from the bar and pours two shots. He’s clearly drunk by now. “Have you won the bet yet?”What?!He’s thinking about the bet right now? He gulps the vodka shot, and I squeeze my fists, turning my knuckles white. The sight of him makes me sick.
“What?!”
“I asked if you’ve fucked her?!” He shouts, banging his hands on the bar countertop, and I snap.
“Shut the fuck up!” I crash the glasses to the floor and snatch Oliver by his shirt, pushing him up against the nearest wall. “Don’t you dare speak of her like that!”
“Jesus–! What the fuck, dude?” Oliver backs away, holding his hands in the air.
“She got drugged.” I snap angrily before letting go of him.
“What?!” His face drops.
“Yea. Quick recap for ya.” I look down at my hand that I’m squeezing hard and notice it’s bleeding. But I don’t give a damn. I don’t even feel the pain. “You left her. She got upset. Took a shot from a stranger. Got drugged.” I watch Oliver’s face going pale as he listens to my words like he’s in a trance. With each of my sentences, I move toward the man I used to consider my best friend, and he steps back. Terror fills his eyes.
“I caught her before she fell into his arms. The men are looking for him, and she’s in my room. Sleeping it off.” I look him in the eyes for a few seconds, watching the fear growing inside him before continuing, “My question is… Where were you?”
“I met Samantha, and she told me the rest of our gang is here, so I–”
“Didn’t you think to have your date tag along?!” I hiss, tired of his bullshit.
Oliver shoves me back, “It seemed like she was enjoying her time with you!” He snips. There’s no longer a trace of fear in his eyes. It’s replaced with rage. Jealousy. “She seemed like she was fucking ready to takeyouto bed!” He screams in my face, and I punch him. Just a single punch, but it’s enough to put him back in his place.
“I never want to hear you talk about her again,” I snarl.
“Her father is going to kill me.” He says, not looking in my eyes. Of course, he’s only worried about his own ass.Pathetic.
“Wrong again.” He looks at me, confused. “I spoke to Lilac, and she told Walter that Ava is spending the night at her house. Do better next time, Oliver.” My words hit him like a brick.
