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

I updated for the weekend. And this time it’s a longer one. Hope you people enjoy.

Happy Weekend 🖤

Mature content ahead.

DELILAH

After Grandma retired to her bed, I walked toward the kitchen. It was already ten and there wasn’t any sign of Damien. It was me who had wanted to know if he would be there for the dinner.

I didn’t even know why I asked him, yet I did. And Grandma was the best excuse for this.

His words were still echoing in my head like a broken recorder. ‘I’m missing you. I never thought he would say something like that and that just made my already heightened feelings soar up high.

Could it be that he felt the same for me as I did for him? My mind buzzed to dare to keep such expectations but who could command the heart after all.

I tried to push these thoughts to the back of my mind and concentrated on rubbing the kitchen tiles clean. I looked up at the clock again and it was already half-past ten. Worry took over me but I tried to keep that at bay.

Maybe he had too much of work so he was being late.

After I had cleaned up the space, I untied my apron and hung it on the peg and walked towards the freeze. I grabbed an orange juice and closed the freeze.

I wasn’t feeling sleepy, so I decided to do what I was doing for the last two days since I had visited the swimming pool. I made my way towards the east wing of the mansion, before sliding the glass door and welcoming the pool.

I opened the can and took a seat beside the pool, dipping my legs in it. The water was surprisingly warm since it was already December so the pool water was kept warm most of the time. A sigh left my lips as the warmth cascaded up my legs.

Under the moonlight, the water was looking beautiful, acting as the mirror for the dark starry night. However much one try, there would be nothing that could replace the comfort under the night sky. It’s serene in its own way.

I took another sip of the juice and let my mind wander to wherever it liked. To my future steps from tomorrow, or to the past stains of yesterday. I didn’t stop it from wondering. I knew from the beginning some events could never be forgotten.

Past wasn’t something you could just shirk as of nothing happened. Forget its existence and the consequences. They would hunt you down, even when you’re in the middle of future steps. They would act like speed breakers, stopping you every time you want to do something you want. However, they, would always be a break and not a stop.

Maybe that made me to do something I love this time. Amid the odds looming over me, the fear of getting caught, but maybe this time I wouldn’t allow it to overcome me anymore.

I didn’t know.

I sighed and looked down at my lap. The juice was long forgotten as I closed my eyes taking in a deep breath. Life five years back wasn’t too hard. It was going good, maybe not the best as I had ever wished but still okay. Yet, that night I had to get the punishment for the wrong I never did.

It wasn’t me who caused the accident, neither was it my fault to have survived it yet, I had to bear the charge for being alive. That’s cruel in itself.

“What are you thinking so deep? Hmm?” I turned around to find him, at the door making his steps towards me. He had removed his coat, the shirt was unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled up to his forearm. His hair wasn’t that perfect anymore, and there was that light stubble he had started to maintain.

My dormant hormones felt like rejuvenating at his arrival and I pressed my legs closed to stop the heat already.

“Nothing special.” His lips in a lazy smile as he took a seat beside me on the moist floor.

“Everything about you is special.” He didn’t look at me as he spoke. There was something different in him today. A different air, and vibe. I didn’t question that. He felt too relaxed to ask that. I saw him making ripples in the water with his legs and that made me smile. Even there was a child hidden inside this dominating billionaire.

“Can you hum the tune you always do while cooking?” His voice was so soft as if that was not Damien who was speaking with me but someone else.

“I don’t do it that good as I remember.” I gave him a small smile which of course he reciprocated. He shook his head like a small child, hair sticking on his forehead.

“It's the best. Can you?” He looked over at me in the eyes, and something in those dark pools felt like kept so bare in front of me. As if wanting me to point it out, yet I couldn’t.

“Okay,” I said and closed my eyes to get in tune with the sound I always make. I hardly remember my childhood, everything was so blurred regarding it and so the source of this tune. Just a blurry image of two small people with a music box in hand. It felt the tune was from there.

I began to hum it, closing my eyes and trying to feel the vibe I feel I had missed somehow. The music left my lips, buzzing in my throat and synching in the cold air of air. I felt him, placing his large palms over mine kept on the floor and I didn’t disturb that. It felt good.

After a while, I stopped it and looked over at him. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. His fingers made circles over my skin lazily, and unknowingly.

“Tell me about yourself something.” He turned towards me and asked. I realized I had never actually told him anything about me. He had let me stay here without any knowledge of who I was.

“What would you like to know?” This time he turned fully towards me, moving a little closer.