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

DELILAH'S POV

Crutches were difficult to walk with, and I could totally feel every bit of it. I stumbled a little, walking out of my room, and as careful as I could ever be I walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. I haven’t met Damien after that morning in the last three days. And I felt he wasn’t an interactive person, but again I shouldn’t be bothered with this and all. I would be gone after my legs get better and he is letting me stay out of sympathy is enough.

I hoped that now I wouldn’t have to use sympathy to let me live but I was wrong. Only sympathy was what letting me thrive.

“Dear, you’re already up?” I looked up from my crutches and found a smiling Liliana. She rubbed her hands in her apron and walked towards me.

“Yeah, I was up so I thought to accompany you.” She helped me with the crutches and I sat on the kitchen tool. She laughed lightly, “You did great. I always love companies.” She sent me a wink before sauntering towards the oven, and continuing her work. I chuckled a little at her words. The sound felt so foreign to me. This was like the very few times I have smiled or chuckled in years. I shook my head getting rid of the thoughts. It’s something I have to grow up from.

Or at least try to.

I felt bad whenever she is the only one working here and I couldn’t be of any help. She has been working here for the past three decades, and towards meeting, last time was her daughter who goes to uni and was here for the weekend before she left yesterday. My heart felt saddened at the thought I have never been to college. I have always dreamed to go there, and pursue in culinary. I love cooking food but everything went down the drain five years ago.

She pushed me a plate of Belgian Waffles a long with chocolate syrup, and returned back to her place. “Will you not have?” I cut the waffles before pushing it into my mouth. It’s just delicious. I couldn't praise her enough. “This is always so good.” She smiled at me.

“I will soon. After serving this to Damien.” I looked at the same food she plated on a tray. I nodded my head at her.

“Does he come down to eat?” I haven’t seen him down in the kitchen anytime I have visited. She nodded, rubbing the counter with a cloth.

“Yes, sweetheart.” She might have sensed my unspoken words. “He wasn’t here all this time. Otherwise he likes to have his food down here itself.” I don’t know but the mere of meeting him again, fills my body with chills and nervousness. He is that species of man who despite radiating danger and terror, you find a certain warmth around. Or maybe it’s just my dysfunction brain. I sighed a little at my weird thoughts and began to relish the food in hand.

It wasn’t late when I heard the footsteps and the same feeling seeping in me. He was here. I found myself peek up from between my lashes and sure enough he sat in the seat in front of me. There was such dark aura around him, which scares me to even speak.

I fisted my hands in the new dress I was wearing. Yeah, Liliana brought me some new clothes or as she said, Damien has asked her to. I didn’t know what’s it. He didn’t speak and just typed something in his slim black phone, and I dare not to.

Liliana pushed him the food along with some black coffee. I felt in this fee days that she didn’t get intimidate by his presence or anything. She was as cool as the tree. “Did you have your breakfast?” I shuddered a little at his deep, husky voice after three days.

  “I will after you two.” He sighed a little shaking his head. “I told you to have it with me, Lil.” She only chuckled lightly, swatting her hands in air. “And I told you I do as my wish.”

And for the first time I saw Damien's lips tilted a little at the ends as if he smiles. I didn’t speak anything, and had the food silently.

“How is you foot now?” I almost jumped surprised, at his words directed towards me. I rose my head up a little, looking anywhere but his eyes. I still feel difficult to meet someone's eyes. Maybe a consequence of the events before.

“It's better.” He nodded, chewing the food before gulping it down and my guilty eyes looked at his Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down. I immediately looked down, feeling warmth in my cheeks. “I have made an appointment to the orthopedic. You have to visit him.” I haven’t visited doctors for years until the last time in the hospital.

“It’s healing, I don’t think it’s needed.” His sharp eyes landed on me as if daring me to disagree. “I.. I think it’s good to see them.” I nodded affirmative. He put his hands over the table knotting his fingers and raising his one perfect eyebrow, before nodding, “Good.” 

“Don’t scare the poor soul.” Liliana slapped his shoulder lightly before looking at me. “It will be good for you, dear. You will get healed soon.”

I nodded just, gulping down the juice she gave me.

“Okay.”

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My eyes ran over the dress I took out from the wardrobe. I have to visit the hospital today and I don’t even know if he is going to accompany or it will be Liliana. But as far as I have known, he is always busy either in his house office at home or he isn’t in home. I didn’t know still now what he even does but whatever he does surely surges money.

The fabric felt soft under my fingers. It’s after so long I was wearing anything beautiful other than the torn rags which is anything but clothes. As I wore the light pink dress which rests just above my knees, I felt myself looking at a different person. My eyes landed on the scar running down from just below my neckline and disappearing between the V neck of the dress and. It ran down between my breasts. There are other few on my backs.

I closed my eyes tightly, letting the same nauseous feeling to pass at the remember of the scars.

I pulled my chocolate brown hair up in a ponytail, and brushed invisible dust from my dress with one hand, before grabbing the crutches in that too.