Don’t Cry Baby novel Chapter 5

After studying for hours sitting at my little desk in the corner of my bedroom I decide to get up and go take a quick shower. Longing for the hot water to ease my aching body. When I get out I stare at myself in the mirror. Bruises are evident all over, dark purple bruises down my ribs the bruise on my jaw that refuses to fade and a new bruise on my thigh from today. I guess he was holding it pretty hard. I hadn't even noticed.

  I walk into my room and quickly get dressed in a tank top and panties. It's too hot in my house to really wear anything else. I climb into bed and finally get comfortable when I hear a tap at my window. Ty came back? Maybe he's come to apologize. I walk towards the window and slide it open, only the man that stands beside my house is not Ty but Damien. I smile and he waves climbing up the tree and into my room.

"I'm so sorry about Ty he was such an asshole, and I left the other day after you kissed me I've been such a total dick.." Damien stops my rambling by bring me close and kissing me. His lips brush mine ever so softly and his hands rest at the base of my neck.

  "He hurts you doesn't he." He looks at me with sad eyes. I look down at my feet not wanting to answer. Damien grabs my chin gently not wanting to hurt my bruises and lifts my face up so I'm looking at him. Tears well up in my eyes and Damien pulls me into his chest. I let it out , I let it all out. The pain, the fear, the  hurt. Damien holds me clutches me tight against his chest, me standing hear in my underwear doesn't even seem to phase him. He pulls back takes my hand and we climb into the bed. He holds me close cuddling me. I feel safe and protected and warm. Damien's strong arms wrapped right around me , gently not rough. He kisses my temple as my eyes flutter closed sleep taking over. But not before I hear him whisper...

"I'll keep you safe."

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Another tap at my window jolts me awake, I feel restricted as I notice Damien's arms are still firmly wrapped around me. I feel

The panic begin to rise like bile. I know who that tap is and it's not good. I lift Damien's arm off me and clamber out of bed. I slap Damien awake. He jumps up eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, fuck but Ty is here and you need to like hide or something please please hide." Damien jumps out of bed and runs towards my closet. Opening it and climbing inside hiding behind the mountains of clothes and shit I have packed in there. I really should clean that out.

   I walk towards the window and open it up, smiling up at me is Ty. He climbs up and in through the window giving me a peck on the lips and slapping my ass.

  "What are you doing here at 2 am." I whisper

"I missed you I wanted to see you." I smile and kiss him on the cheek.

"You have to go Ty, I love you and I'm glad you're hear but if my parents catch you we'll be in shit." Ty frowns but nods.

"Okay baby doll anything for you." He kisses me and says goodbye while climbing back out the window. I watch him walk across the street and down towards his house. Once he walks into his house I let out a breath of relief. I turn around and walk towards the closet.

"Fuck that was close." We both let out breath we didn't know we were holding in.

  "Well you should go too it's pretty late." Damien nods and gives me a hug before clambering out my bedroom window. My god if Ty had found out that Damien was here I don't even wanna know what would have happened. I walk sluggishly towards my bed and climb in. Curling up to fall asleep, it feels so strange now that Damien's not in the bed with me. Not as warm not as relaxing. I let my eyes flutter closed.

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  I walk to school with a smile the next morning, I'm glad everything with Damien is fixed. School without him seriously sucks. I walk in through the ugly blue metal doors at the front office, smile at the office lady. I've been going to this school for years and I still don't even know her name. Why they don't wear name tags in there I do not know. My first class is English and it's my favourite. I walk in and stop dead in my tracks. Sitting in his usual spot is Damien. He looks over at me and tears well up in my eyes. His left eye is almost swollen shut, his lip is swollen and cut, there's a large bruise on his right cheek. I lift my hand towards my lips and walk towards him. My hand caresses his left cheek as a tear escapes and falls down my cheek.

"What happened." I whisper.

  "I kept you safe.”

I caress his face , the bruises are so dark. I don't even care if I'm sitting in front of my whole class right now, tears streaming down my face. All I can think about is that I did this. This is my fault, he's hurt because of me.

I stand up and run out of the class. I run out into the hall and almost run into the guidance councillor on her way into Mr.Jekylls classroom.

She is probably going to talk to Damien about his injuries. She calls out to me but I don't hear her, my heart is beating so hard I can hear it in my ears. It's like I'm underwater I feel like I'm moving slower almost like water is holding me back. My converse hit the floor with a loud smack every step I take.

I run out the school doors, I don't have a destination I just keep running. I run until I can't breathe. I run straight to his house and I stand outside on the porch. I bend over trying to catch my breath, he won't even be home right now. He shouldn't be home , he should be at work. I stare up at the White House in front of me. Windows dressed in Brown framework. It doesn't have a porch like my house just a small set of stares up to the bright red door. Tyler's Mom likes statement pieces and she loved the idea of a bright red door.

They're grass never grows in very nicely , it is always a little brown and patchy. There's a small bush in the front yard full of berries, but no one ever goes near the berries in this yard. Tyler's family has a reputation, his fathers in jail. Tyler never talks about it but his father is in jail because of drug related issues. Tyler visits his dad often , as often as he can.  I take a seat on the small set of stairs in front of his house and wait for him to come home. I don't know why I decided to come here, I don't know what I'm going to say when he gets home. All I know is that I am not happy. He doesn't get to hurt people I care about. Hurting me is one thing but, hurting someone in my life who cares for me and stands by me is not okay.

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