Wounded

Chapter 16

Jordan

I sat up and groaned at the bright sunlight shining through the window. Last nights memories came back to me and I flipped over, half expecting Michael to be there. It wouldn't have been the first time he stayed the night after one of my breakdowns.

I rolled out of bed and pulled on his flannel before I went to the kitchen to find something to eat. It felt like the weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I was ready to talk to Damion.

After I ate, I pulled on some jeans and kept my shirt and Michaels flannel on. I braided my hair to one side and grabbed the few things I needed before I went down to my car. The drive to Damion's was short but I sat in my car in front of his house for a while, trying to gain the confidence to go up to the door.

Damion wasn't happy the first time I showed up unannounced and he was angry the last time I saw him. I had a feeling this wouldn't go any differently but I pushed those thoughts aside and finally walked up to the porch. I knocked twice and took a step back.

The door swung open and a teary eyed Damion was on the other side. He said nothing as he stepped aside and motioned for me to come in. His hand found mine and we took a seat on the couch in the living room.

"Jordan." Damion choked out.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"My parents kicked me out."

A silence fell between us as he started to fiddle with my fingers.

"Is that what's been going on lately?" I questioned. Damion nodded but it didn't seem like he was going to say anything else about it. "It's okay, you can talk to me Damion. I was kicked out a couple years ago, I know what you're going through."

"Your parents kicked you out?" He mumbled. I nodded and gave him a small smile. Damion took a deep breath as he gathered his thoughts.

"They caught me smoking and they weren't happy about it. My mom said if she ever found me with a cigarette again I wouldn't be allowed to live with them anymore." He explained. "Well when we were at the restaurant, my mom called saying she found an empty pack in my room. They wanted to talk and even though I tried to explain that it was old they didn't- who's flannel is this?" He asked mid-sentence.

"It's Michaels, why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Michaels? You have Michaels flannel on?" Damion fumed as he jumped up from the couch.

"Yeah, so? What's the big deal?" I followed his actions and stood up.

"I thought I was your boyfriend. Why are you walking around in some other guys clothes? Did you cheat on me last night?" He yelled in my face.

"I wouldn't cheat on you! Why would you accuse me of that?" I yelled back.

I felt a sting on my cheek from Damion's hand connecting with it. Before I fell back, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me against him.

"You are mine!" He yelled before he pushed me to the floor. "Don't let me ever catch you with his shirts on again." He spat.

I quickly pushed myself off the ground and like the last few times I've seen Damion, I left with tears in my eyes