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The moment Rose Hamilton turns 18 she is ready to start adult life on her own. Movin...
"I..I'm so sorry Rose. I completely lost my mind." He said and backed off but the smell of alcohol hit me.
"Are you drunk?" I was pissed, how could he drink and take advantage of me?
"No-yes.. maybe? It depends on how mad are you going to be?" He questioned and continued to back off. I saw the sadness and the desperation in his eyes.
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"Can you please just go home now?" I said and rubbed my eyes, standing off the bed slowly.
"Yes, sure. I am so sorry, I shouldn't have to lie only to stay with you. I am so pathetic." He said and tumbling started to go down the stairs. I was feeling so much compassion but I couldn't show it, not right now.
Did he lie? I knew it, but why? I wanted him to leave so I didn't ask any more questions. I sat on the floor in Damon's room and started to cry again. He wasn't even replying to my messages and it made me even lonelier.
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I got up after it got nine o'clock in the morning and it was time for my first class of the day. I took a quick shower, brushed my hair, styling it in a bun and went straight to the kitchen to get something to eat on the way to campus. On the walk there I was feeling sick and disgusted by what happened and the only thing that kept my mind somewhat positive was the thought of Damon. His dark eyes piercing through my soul and his soft hands touching gently my body. All I craved was Damon. All day, every day.
College classes went surprisingly fast and I couldn't wait to head back to Damon's house to rest a bit, clearing my head from everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours.
When I opened my phone I had thirty missed calls and five messages. But they were from Parker. Ugh.
"I'm so sorry!" "Please, Rose. I was drunk!" "I can't believe I did it." "I am so so stupid." "Call me when you see this."
This was the last thing I wanted to do, but I simply replied with "It's okay.", which was more like "Leave me alone." Honestly, nowadays boys are really losing it.
I jumped from a car engine, which sounded like parking up right in front of Damon's house. I swear if Parker comes back one more time I have to put in use my karate moves.
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It was a very luxurious car that I didn't recognize, but inside wasn't Parker. It was a middle-aged woman with a petite figure and a friendly face. I couldn't exactly tell if she was Damon's mom because she wasn't really looking like him. She was coming to the front door but firstly she checked herself in the mirror and brushed her hands through her clothes to remove any dust or wrinkles, then rang the bell.
I opened the door and the smile on her face faded, she looked me up and down and laughed.
"So Damon has a new style in maids, I see." She said and all I said was.. you guessed it- nothing. My brain wasn't working in comeback mode. And it was until then with the 'friendly' face. She walked past me like she owned this house and sat on the couch, leaving her bag on the hanger next to it.
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"E-excuse me? What are you doing? And who are you?" I asked left shocked, still next to the front door.
"I am waiting for Damon and my name is none of your business, just continue cleaning." She said and picked her phone, dialing a number. Living in this house is worse than in the dorm, where people are coming and leaving more than in a fraternity house.
"I am not a maid and Damon is not here so get out." I managed to say but she didn't even look at me.
"And why the heck are you waiting for him? Who the hell are you? His mom?" I asked now heating up from the situation.
"I am way too young to be his mom. How dare you say something so disrespectful? Just wait when he gets here and I tell him how his maid treats me." She said and stood up almost like wanting to hit me. She is offended? I was called a maid more than once until I clarified I wasn't one. The only good thing here is that she isn't his mom, but then who the hell is she?
I couldn't say anything because we both heard the front door creak and our eyes quickly moved to see who was coming. Was it really going to be Damon? And why he didn't respond to any of my messages but he is here to see a middle age woman? I hope he has a good excuse for all of this.
"Hey-" he completely froze. He was scared from the sight, I hope it was the woman who was he scared of not me.
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"You're back so soon? And you didn't even reply to my messages?" I stroke him with my questions right from the door. But what was I supposed to do? I was feeling so stupid. A chuckle snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Why would he call his maid? Anyways, Damon, you came! I am so glad, I was actually waiting for you." The disgusting woman said and stood to wrap her hands around his whole body. This is very strange to me, I don't know how it looks for someone else but I am disgusted. Here I am waiting for the boyfriend of my dreams who never replied to my messages and is coming back to see, I don't really know what is she to him. I hope this isn't anything that I am thinking.
