"Tell me."
"Tell you what?" I asked quietly, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
"This isn't the first time you're having nightmares like this, I want to know what's going on. I thought they were gone..." he explained calmly yet strictly.
Do I really? Do I really wanna tell him?
Absolutely. Fucking. Not.
100% not.
No fucking way.
"It's nothing-"
"Stop fucking bluffing!" He made me jump.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"Natalie, I want to know- I need to know. Please."
He looked desperate and very serious about this. My heart started racing. I took a deep breath.
"Will you promise not to look at me differently?" I asked quietly and he took my hand.
"I promise."
I so don't wanna do this.
"We... were a happy family... I lived with my mother and my step father in a small town in California. I was 15 when one winter evening... my mother died in a car accident. Her car slipped off the road..." I looked away as I felt a sharp pain going through my heart. Damon squeezed my hand, gesturing he was impatient.
"Everything fell apart after her death. My s-stepfather... he... he started drinking and getting high..." I couldn't talk about this anymore. I didn't want to remember. I didn't want to talk. It hurt.
"Damon... I-I can't..." I said breaking into tears. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
Damon leaned in and hugged me. I held tightly onto him and buried my head in his shoulder.
This isn't easy. It never was.
I'm so pathetic...
Damon slowly let go of me and looked into my eyes. He wiped the tears off with his thumps and I felt ashamed of myself for crying like that in front of him.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down.
"He-... he blamed me for her death so he..."
Get your shit together, Natalie.
"He took it out on me... f-for 3 fucking years." I said with a shaking voice. I felt a warm tear fall down my cheek.
"Jesus, Natalie. What did he do?" Damon asked quietly trying to catch my eyes.
Don't think, just say it.
"He beat me. He.. he kept me locked in my bedroom for days and he... he didn't even let me go to school... he despised me and said he would never let me go unless I was dead." I couldn't even look at him but I felt him stiffen.
"Natalie... you're telling me this now?" He asked a little hurt.
"I'm sorry I didn't want you to see me as trash... I didn't want you to see me like he did.." I said still looking down as tears fell from my eyes.
"Natalie, look at me." He said but I couldn't. I didn't want to see his expression. What if... what if he won't want me anymore?
He probably doesn't. Nobody ever does.
He grabbed my chin but I tried to resist looking at him even though he was stronger and I finally met his eyes. What I saw surprised me.
His eyes were full of caring, love and maybe even curiosity. Anger, too.
He pulled me closer.
"Natalie I will never look at you like trash. I love you and nothing, nothing will ever change that. You are my sunshine, my will to change for better. Babe, I won't ever let anyone hurt you ever again. I promise." With those words he embraced me and I felt something I haven't felt for a very long time. I felt loved.
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A/N- Important!
Hey guys!
How's the book so far?
Are you enjoying it?
Let me know and there's one important thing...
The ending.
I already told you guys that the book will not be ending happily but rather tragically but after writing this chapter I'm not sure anymore.
I feel like Natalie deserves better.
Anyway, I want to know what YOU think... how should I end the book?
Would you rather that it was a happy ending or a dramatic/sad ending?
How do YOU picture it?
And here's a cute photo of a piranha for all my piranha haters😘:
Always yours,
Sadnessbabe12