Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (primary phonics .TXT) 📕

DAMIEN

“Any news, Derek?” My hands busied flipping the egg, as I connected the call in the air pods. The shit I pulled last day with the phone between the shoulder and the ear made my muscles sore. I wasn’t putting that again.

“Sir, I have found out about the place he was keeping the girls… And as per my investigation, they are also dealing with drugs and weapons…” The fuck I had been such a dumb to not see any of the signs they were pulling.

“Okay. I want you to get any much info as you can… and the other we gonna get after reaching in there…”

“Okay, Sir.” I cut the call, continuing with the breakfast. It’s almost three days since Lilah was discharged. Her condition hadn’t worsened, but not the best too. She had been quiet and wanted me to be close to her as much as possible.

She still feared being alone, darkness and sometimes even sleeping. Her nightmares had exacerbated too, and it pained my heart when she would get up from her sleep, short breath and sweaty self. A look of terror in her eyes, before she would call for me and I would try to give her as much comfort as possible.

But sometimes you weren’t enough. And I felt that… this battle with herself she had to fight alone. The more she would try to shroud herself under this blanket of fear, the more it would press her down and cut her every chance to heal and survive.

And with whatever conclusion I felt, I booked an appointment for Lilah to the Psychologist, for today. I didn’t know if this would help her but I wished it would. The last weapon I have in myself to help to reach her to the battlefield. Since fighting there was totally herself… fighting with her demons and her fears.

Taking the coffee from the coffee machine with the omelette and bread toast, I walked up the stairs to my room. She was awake, sitting in the swing in the balcony, gazing outside. I set that up yesterday, since she spent most of her time in the balcony so adding that swing would help her.

I walked towards her, before taking a seat beside her, she didn’t notice me until I called out for her. She tore her eyes from the view in front and looked at me, giving a small smile which definitely wasn’t meeting her eyes at all. She pulled up her legs wrapping her arms around them.

“Do you want a blanket?” She nodded, while I dashed to the bedroom and brought her one. Wrapping it around her I took my seat again.

“I have brought the breakfast. You have an appointment today, remember.” She nodded again, taking the breakfast plate from me.

“Will you be there with me?” I smiled at her lightly, handing her the coffee.

“Definitely, sweetheart. But remember I told you last night, I will always be there beside you, Lilah assisting you, helping you in every possible way I can but you have to fight first yourself.”

She picked her chipped nails, looking down. I moved closer to her dropping a kiss on her head as she leant more towards me.  I looked at the plate and the coffee kept on the stool beside her. “Why don’t you have the breakfast then we can…” I search for something to lift up her mood.

She looked at me curiously, when I smiled and said, “Paint your nails. And then maybe we can visit the doctor, it’s not before 1 pm. And its just 10 in the morning.”

That seemed to do some work, her mood didn’t brighten up like fairy light every other times she used to, but still it lifted up a little.

••••••

“How is this colour?” I didn’t have any shit idea about nail paints or colour combinations… but after going through google for like half an hour and searching through her nail paints collection, I could come up with this only.

Did purple and yellow looks good?

Her lips pulled up in a tiny smile as she shook her head, hair sprawling over her face. “That’s some weird combination.” She snickered a little and it made my heart a little warmer. Maybe just maybe, this was working slightly.

“Why? Purple is a good colour, and yellow is like sunshine.”

“They’re individually good not together.”

We sat on the carpeted floor with all the nail paints, and so many other fucking things like as she said, nail paint remover, then some cotton and I forgot the other names.

“Then what should we choose? Red?” She thought for a while, taking the paints in her hand and contemplating.

“I think so.” She hummed while I took it from her. “But keep the yellow compulsory.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at me, questioning. “Why?”

I shrugged and began to open the bottle. “The yellow suits you…” I smiled a little, “Like a sunshine. Bright and lively.” I didn’t look at her as I took hold of her hand began to paint them.

“How should I pattern?”

“Umm… however you wish.” I looked at them confused. I didn’t have any idea about this. Before when Zelena was there she used to paint her nails but I never helped her.

“Okay.” Filling in all the courage I have, I brush a coat of red on her pointer finger.

••••

DELILAH

I saw him painting the nails with so much attention and concentration that it swelled my heart. I didn’t know if not for him, I wouldn’t have survived the darkness consuming me gradually.

Every night when I would sleep, I couldn’t stop those images resurfacing in front of me, couldn’t stop the fear gripping me like vines, couldn’t stop the terror, the panic it created thinking I was alone again. I didn’t know how it worsened to this much, but I couldn’t bring myself to fight anymore.

But I knew, this wasn’t Damien's battle, this was mine, and he could only be an assistance because it’s me who had to face them. I could crawl back everytime something bad happened to me. I try every time, every second I try to bring myself to fight back, but those dirty touches, those disgusting looks deflate some of the courage I had pulled up.