did the one thing she shouldn’t have.
She ran.
She ran towards her bedroom and I followed. Men are primal creatures, and me, maybe more than most. So, when she ran, there was no way the animal in me wasn’t going to chase her. I was on her heels, so she didn’t have enough time to shut and lock the door before I was slamming it open after her.
Her eyes widened, and she stepped back. “I said, get out of my house!”
I kept going until her back hit the wall and I cowered her until she didn’t have a choice but to look up at me. I wrapped a fistful of her brown silk in my hands and held her still while I brought my other hand up and bound her against the wall by her throat. “I’m going to leave only to give you time to calm down. I will be back though, Fiona. If you think I’m going to live the rest of my life without you, especially now that I’ve had you, you’re out of your goddamn mind.”
She didn’t back down even when I squeezed her neck for emphasis. “I’ll call the police if I have to, Damien. Don’t think I won’t.”
I just nodded at her threat. “Good, because you’re going to have to in order to keep me away from you, Halloween.”
Her eyes widened as they became glassy. “You can’t-”
“Make no mistake, Fiona. Prison is the only thing that will keep me away from you.” I let go of her and, grabbing my laptop, left her crying in the bedroom. I didn’t bother with my clothes or toiletries because I was going to be back even if it was just to be sent to prison.
Chapter 21
No one heals from this kind of pain…NO ONE.
Fiona~
I spent all day Saturday alternating between crying and raging. I had called Vicky first thing when I woke up, and she spent the day with me supporting whichever mood swing was front and center at the time. She didn’t judge, and she didn’t offer any kind of advice. Being my best friend for so many years, she knew there weren’t any words to ease the impact to my life that was Damien Greystone.
When I left work earlier than I had intended on Friday, I thought life was perfect as I was driving across town to pick up dinner. I had plans of being too spent to cook. The dread that consumed me was overwhelming when I spotted Damien’s car in front of my parents’ house. I never dreamed my world would come crashing down around me hours later.
I cried myself to sleep again last night and woke up this morning feeling worse if that was even possible. I came to realize that it wasn’t necessarily what Damien did that had broken my heart; it was the fact that I had finally reached a point where I trusted him and I was blindsided once again by his games. I mean, come on, reflecting back on all the things he’s ever done to me, manipulating my father was one of the least of his offenses. I just thought that part of our relationship was over and it hurt to find out that it hadn’t been.
A part of me also wondered if I was just being a coward again. His intensity was intimidating, and I wondered if I was strong enough to be the recipient of such emotion. A sudden knock at the door brought me out of my musings.
I expected to see Vicky on the other side of the threshold, but instead, I opened the door to a sweet-looking Jason and it felt like a sledgehammer to my gut. “Jason…”
His face brightened with a sheepish smile. “Hey, Fee.”
I stood there in shock and it wasn’t until he asked if he could come in that my female vanity made an appearance. I was mortified by how awful I must look. I’d been crying for two days. I knew I looked a hot mess, while he looked perfect with his blonde hair and blue eyes, looking all wholesome and sweet.
I stepped back and pulled the door open wider. “Yeah, uh...sure.”
I foolishly ran my fingers through my hair and tried to push my puffy eyes in, but I knew nothing short of a miracle was going to undo the damage. It was past noon, and I was still dressed in a tank top and pajama bottoms. I just needed to start my period to make this weekend of humiliation