It's Always the Brother's Best Friend (On hold for serious editing)

Chapter 8

 I'm dedicating this chapter to Shilkey1 as I love her comments and the feedback she gives me on each chapter. Thanks so much hun.

Recap:

 I took a deep breath before I opened the shower door. I looked at the bench and saw to my great relief that my Pj's were still there. Thank God.

 I walked out of the bathroom and went out into the laundry room to let Molly, our dog in before she started to bark her head off, letting us all know she was ready to come in now. As I was walking back, I felt someone come up behind me. I turned around to see Damon standing right there.

 “Want to watch a movie with me Ellie? We can even watch you 'Lion King' or 'Aladdin'.” Damon said. What the hell? Damon must be really really sick in the brain. I thought to myself.

 “No, I don't think so Damon. I'm going to my bedroom to read and then I'm going to go to bed. Good night Damon.” I said before turning around to walk into my room.

 “I really am sorry Ellie.” Damon called. I stopped for a minute before continuing on. Wow, you did such a great job on ignoring him Ellie. I just knew you could do it. NOT! Maybe tomorrow will be better. Your brain is just too sick to follow your orders at the moment.

Chapter 8

 As I woke up to my alarm, I immediately noticed that something was different. I wriggled around in bed and realised that there were no arms wrapped securely around my waist; arms that pulled me up against a rock hard chest. I felt weird, incomplete almost. I wrapped my own arms around my waist to try and get back even a smidgin’ of the feelings that I had started to become accustomed to waking up with only to come nowhere close. I heaved a sigh. I should be happy right now. Damon has finally left me alone for once but instead, here I am trying to recreate the feelings that he gives me from being wrapped in his arms. I am drowning in a feeling of incompleteness from him not being here! I guess I may just be used to waking up in Damon’s arms of a morning, something that needs to stop.

 I looked around my room which felt slightly too big with just me in it. How the hell does that happen? This is a start to the beginning of new mornings without Damon, Ellie. This feeling of incompleteness is preposterous and is only a silly feeling; you just need to get over it right now. I thought to myself, as if I was a coach for a team and giving them a pep talk before a big game.

 I walked out of my room and into a kitchen which was quiet, to quiet. I suppressed heaving a sigh. Damon must have gone for a run with Mitchell as well. I thought as I had a quick look around the house to see if I could find him. Why? I have no idea.

 I got myself something to eat, not really paying much attention to what I actually put in the bowl. After I finished, I got myself ready only to realise that I had fifty minutes before the bus came. I decided that I would pass the time by reading. Ten minutes later I heard Mitchell come in through the front door having finished his jog.

 I rushed out to the kitchen to see him and surprisingly one person less. Where the hell is Damon? I thought to myself before chastising myself for concerning myself with where he was. It shouldn’t matter where the hell the overweight, air consuming whale is...right?

 I waited a few minutes waiting to see if Damon was just late in coming back from his run, ignoring the weird looks that Mitchell was throwing my way as he got himself something to drink.

 “Ahh, Els? What are you doing?” Mitchell asked me curiously.

 “He’s not coming.” I muttered to myself, though Mitchell caught that I said something.