The Guy From The Tattoo Shop

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

My body felt as if it was ran by multiple trucks, one after the other. I was so tired, but it didn't feel right to laze around this morning. I was already grateful for the fact that I could open my eyes and breath the new date's air.

I was feeling very relaxed despite last night's events.

My eyes took their time to settle around the bright room, though I was sure I had closed the curtains last night before going to bed. When they finally opened, squinting due to the unwelcome light that possessed the medium space, I couldn't help but groan loudly. After so much struggling, my feet cautiously tapped the cold surface. A hiss escaped my lips and, out of nowhere, I started laughing for no apparent reason.

Actually...

My mind was flash passing through the events of the night before.

A smile landed on my lips.

I couldn't explain why but once Damian's face came to view -after I accepted Nick's offer to give me a ride back home- gave me a slight sensation of triumph. It was the first time I actually felt like I had control on myself since I meet him. He was so demanding sometimes and I wasn't fond of the fact. Though, I know this is not completely his fault since sometimes I let myself get muppet by the guy, which is exactly the reason why it felt relieving not to let that happen .

I know it was an impulsive move to let a guy I literally knew nothing about drive me through the California streets so late at night, but just like alcohol, Damian clouds my judgement and I know I shouldn't let that affect me, but I'm still working on it. It is harder than it looks.

On the other hand, Nick was a complete gentlemen. Really. I was surprised at how decent he had behaved the night before. It was almost disappointing how a guy I barely knew treated me much better than a guy I knew for longer. Nicholas -who I learn was twenty-one years old- is also a runner. He's part of a family of politicians and he apparently was raised with lots of moral values. Regarding the circumstances we met each other you would think otherwise, but it was simply the opposite. The blond didn't even tried to touch a hair from me, instead, he was very talkative and funny. His looks could be a little deceptive at first, but since I'm not one to be annoyingly judgmental I didn't get too phased by that.

Once he drove me back home we exchanged phones and goodbyes. It went better than I had expected and I was happy about the fact that me requesting a restraining order wasn't necessary.

Even thought I felt okay about all this, I had this nagging feeling in the back of my head.

"Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want. Don't call me crying after!!".

Damian's words were imprinted on my mind, and even though he couldn't be more rude, my annoying subconscious couldn't help but think that that was his way of protecting me from what could've happened if Nicholas wouldn't have been so nice after all. Because he genuinely seemed worried and exasperated by the fact that I was leaving with a stranger. But you know, Damian could've also drama-out just to get away with what he originally wanted. For some reason, I knew he wasn't acting and that's the issue.

Once I cooled off from my state of rage I started thinking about everything more clearly, and even though he wanted to force me into going to that party, and even forced me to go to the race in general -partly, cause I can't completely blame him- he didn't wanted me to be by myself when exposed to danger.

I just wish he wasn't such an ass. This wouldn't be so hard to understand if he wasn't so... Neanderthal most of the times. 

Anyways, that was kind of like a reality check and I knew what I had to do in order to stop feeling guilty for my previous behavior. Call him to apologize. Again.