Instantly I opened my eyes, desperately trying to shake the thought away. Trent wouldn't do that, he couldn't, there was just no way.
"Stasee..." Damen's soft voice interrupted my thoughts as I looked over to him. "It's going to be okay."
He reached over to me and tucked my hair behind my ear. His fingers trailed down my neck; the light touch of his rough skin against the softness of mine forced the hair on my arms to stand up. His fingers continued to down towards my collar bone before his hand landed on my shoulder. Gently, he began to massage my shoulder as he looked up at me with caring eyes; utter concern masked his face.
"It...It's a-all my f-fault..." I murmured as my eyes began to fill up with water. I closed my eyes lightly as two tears trickled down my cheeks.
Damen's arm snaked around my neck as he pulled me in towards him. I scooted over to the middle seat as I snuggled against his warm body. He tightened his hold on me for a second before loosening it; he began to twirl strands of my hair between his fingers.
"How is it your fault?" He whispered quietly as he let go of my hair and began to caress my arm.
I slightly bit down on my bottom lip as another tear trailed down my face, "If I h-hadn't tried to c-change...Then m-maybe Liam wouldn't of..." My voice began to trail off as more tears left my eyes.
"What!?" Damen staggered; his hand instantly stopped rubbing me. He shook his head as he looked out of the windshield with disgust. "Stasee, do NOT blame yourself for what happened. It was NOT your fault...Liam has always been a disturbed boy and what he did was wrong. Very Wrong!"
"No, it doesn't matter if you wore clothes a little more out there; that still does not mean what Liam did was right!" He growled furiously, "even if he would have done that to Candise; it still would NOT have been right nor would it have been her fault. It was Liam's fault...So don't you dare try to blame yourself." He exhaled deeply, "okay?"
My face was gleamed with wetness as I shakily began to nod my head. I looked up at Damen as his crispy eyes began to grow soft once again. He looked down at me reluctantly before tightening his grip around my shoulders. He then held me close against his own body as I nuzzled into him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." He said quietly.
A small smile twitched as the corner of my lips, "I know."
He looked back down at me and smiled sweetly, almost in a thankful kind of way. I watched him as his head bent down slightly and he pressed his lips gently against the top of my head. The small-almost invisible smile on my face grew as my cheek flushed pink. I fiddled with around with the hem of my shirt before looking away shyly. Even at times like this, Damen managed to make me smile; it wasn't a large smile and maybe it wasn't even considered a smile but either way I glad he was here. I laid my head back against his chest as I attempted to get as close to him as humanly possible.
I cleared my throat, "do you know where Liam lives?" I asked him as I looked out the window watching as we passed by more houses. Honestly, I had no clue where we were anymore.
"Yes...its a little ways out. I'm trying to go as fast as I can without being pulled over."
I nodded my head against his chest. His one hand stayed glued to the stirring wheel as his other hand continued to rub my arm comfortingly. I looked over at the car clock; it had only been 10 minutes since we left Damen's house though it felt like an eternity.
Every second that went by seemed like a second too much. Anything could happen in a second and as my mind began to wander once again I wished we could just be there already. Thoughts of Trent being locked up in jail for life scared me more than words could express. He was my brother, my best friend; I loved him more than both my parents combined.
Once again, I tried to shake the thought out of my mind but it seemed to be clogged in there. I just kept replaying the horrific possibilities of what could be happening at this precise moment.
Even with Damen's arms wrapped securely around me; it still didn't give me the comfort I needed. There was no denying that him being here, helped me to keep somewhat control of my sanity, but even so it wasn't enough to keep the bad thoughts away.