He stayed. Xander stayed. By my side all night. I woke more times than I can count, screaming and sweating and he was there to calm me down and put me to sleep. He didn't sleep beside me but he held my hand all night sitting near the bed on a chair. I would have felt guilty for troubling him but my mind was fogged up with fear and pain.
This time when I woke up, I wasn't screaming. I just laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing but an empty void. Xander drove away all my monsters last night and I don't know how I will ever be able to repay him. I heard the door open and I closed my eyes. Too scared to face anyone, I just lay there praying that whoever it was would just leave. A few seconds later I felt the bed dip and light touch of someone's finger tracing my hair.
It was Xander. His scent clouded my space and I felt my body relax. How does someone who I barely know have such an effect on me?
"I know you are awake kitten. Open your eyes. Daddy is here Kitten. I promise to keep you safe" he whispered ever so softly in my hair. But I couldn't. I couldn't watch that look of pity in his eyes or maybe disgust. He would hate me for putting him into so much trouble.
"It's okay baby. Daddy just wants to know if you are in pain"
Pain? And suddenly a huge wave of pain passed my body. I could feel my stomach aching and I moaned in pain. Pulling myself closer to Xander I just let him soothe me.
"Tell me what hurts kitten. I won't be able to help if I don't know. I need to know" he sounded like he was in pain. Did I hurt him? I felt him move closer to my body and his hands snaked around my stomach to my waist. The movement caused me to hiss in pain.
"Fuck" I heard him growl. Grabbing my shoulders lightly, he laid me flat on the bed and kissed my eyes.
"I am going to lift the shirt baby. I promise I won't hurt you" he waited. Waited for me to say something. To allow him to see the bruise that might have formed on my stomach when that man hit me and I felt sick. It would be ugly.
I shook my head refusing to let him see something so ugly. He growled out loud and I opened my eyes in fear. It was the first time I saw him since yesterday morning and it felt like a decade ago. His eyes that were normally filled with anger were now filled with fear and regret.
"It's going to be me or the doctor outside. And the way that I am feeling right now I don't think I will let anyone touch you so god help me Thea, just let me see the wound"
Vulnerable. That's how I felt around him. No matter what he does I always feel so weak around him. I nod my head slightly praying that he misses my permission but this man was a hawk. He moved his face near my stomach and lifted the shirt. His fingers grazed my skin as he lifted it up and I felt comfort in his actions.
I waited for him to say something. Anything. But the room was completely quiet. I went to cover my stomach in shame when a loud growl echoed in the room. In a second Xander was up and marching towards the door.
"Xa...Xander" I whispered. Was it selfish of me to ask him to stay knowing he now finds me ugly and disgusting. No man wants something broken and tainted. But maybe just for a little while he could comfort me. Chase away the monsters.
Hearing me say his name stopped him.
"Please don't go. Just hold me for a while then I promise I will leave you alone. Never come back or trouble you again. Plea...Please" I spoke, pain and desperation evident in my voice
"GOD DAMMIT THEA. YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN SAFE. YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN THERE" He screamed, punching his hand in the wall. Xander was my protector. He saved me.
"Don't. Please don't. You are hurting yourself. I am not worth it. Please" I begged. Begged for him to stop hurting himself. He walked towards me and hugged me. Hard. He was fighting an urge. Maybe to say something. To do something. But I didn't say anything. I just needed the comfort he was giving me.
After a while he let me go, stood up and spoke,
"The man is taken care of. You don't have to worry about him anymore"
"What do you mean he is taken care of?" I asked already dreading the answer he would give me
"You know what that means. He touched you. He touched what's mine. He hurt what's mine. He wasn't going to get away with it. No one will hurt you and get away with it" he spoke in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. There was coldness in his voice but more than that I felt a strong sense of protectiveness rolling out of his words.
"Stay in bed. I am getting you food. Then we'll talk about what needs to be done" saying that he walked out of the room.
Xander killed the man that hurt me. He KILLED the man that hurt me. I said to myself again to let the words sink in. Some part of me felt happy that the man was dead so he wouldn't hurt anyone else but the larger part of me still believed that he didn't deserve to die. No one deserved to die.
TIME SKIP
After breakfast Xander sent some woman with a fresh pair of clothes. I wasn't in the clothes I was wearing last night. I was in Xanders shirt which apparently one of his maids changed me into. I didn't want to wear the fresh clothes. I was comfortable and it smelt like him. I felt safe.
"You can leave the clothes there. Thank you" I told the lady. After she left I went to the bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror I realised I wasn't exactly looking human. My hair was a mess and I had dried tear stains on my face. Removing Xander's shirt, I got under the shower. The hot water felt heaven under my skin. But I really think that a long shower wasn't a good idea because my thoughts kept constantly going back to last night.
My knees started to feel weak and I felt myself dropping to the ground. All the pain and fear came back to me and I cried. I didn't know how long I was in there, crying, but by the time I got out in a towel wrapped around me, Xander was sitting on the bed with a knife in his hand.
Sensing my presence Xander looked up. I moved around the room to gather the clothes. I could feel his eyes on me and I felt blood rush in my cheeks.
"Come here kitten" I shivered hearing his voice. I pretended to not hear him and walked back to the bathroom with the clothes.
"Don't make me repeat myself Kitten" he said again holding back his anger. He was trying to treat me like a porcelain doll. Someone who could break. Taking in a deep breath I turned around and walked towards him.
Standing in front of the bed, Xander held my arm and pulled me closer to his body. Looking up he held my gaze. Just as I was about to lose myself in his eyes, he spoke
"For the next few minutes the only words that I want to hear from your mouth are yes daddy or understood daddy. Are we clear?" I wanted to ask him what was going on but decided against it. This man saved my life. I owed him my life. I simply nodded, waiting for him to say whatever it is he wanted to say.
"Words Kitten"
"Yes," I whispered. On cue he raised his brow. Taking a deep breathe I spoke again
"Yes daddy"
"Good girl. Now first thing is you will be moving in this house" He spoke as a matter of fact.
"No I will not" I said, taking a defensive stance. Why would I even move in with him. He is funny.
A low growl echoed in the room and I felt Xander's hands tighten around my arm. Not hard enough to hurt me but strong enough to show that he didn't like my answer.
"Those aren't the words I am looking for Kitten"
"Keep looking then cause I am not saying yes. I will not be pushed around. And tell me why should I leave my perfect apartment and come stay here?" I sassed out the last part because the next thing I know, Xander is pulling me into his lap.
We were so close. Our nose was touching and my chest was brushing against his. I was suddenly very aware of myself being in just a towel.
"You will listen to me, Kitten. That night I had a momentary lapse of judgement. I usually exercise control very easily but you make me lose control. I shot a man and now everyone knows about it. They have probably dug out every information related to you. Your life will change and I am just trying to save you from a painful death"
He shot someone. When?
"You shot someone?" I asked, surprise evident as daylight
"Not the fucking point. You are going to move in and I don't want to hear anything else". I felt anger rising in me. I pushed myself out of his lap and almost embarrassed myself by tripping but nothing was going to let this beautiful man push me around.
"Xander. I don't understand what you think is going on but I will not be pushed around. MOVING IN??? I don't know anything about you except your name and you expect me to move in with you. Does this even make sense? And yours? What do you even know about me to make me yours?" I was out of breath by the end of my speech and I am pretty sure I scared the guy. But imagine my surprise when I see not an ounce of emotion on his face.
He didn't say anything for a few seconds and I was getting scared. The only words that echoed in my mind were Mission abort, Mission abort, Mission Abort. I turned around to actually abort the mission and save myself from death but before I could take a step to run, Xander's hands grabbed me by my neck and in seconds I felt myself pressed between the bed and him.
"YOU THINK THIS MAKES SENSE TO ME? THESE PATHETIC FEELINGS. I SHOT A MAN FOR TOUCHING YOU. I TORTURED ANOTHER IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE FOR HURTING YOU. I WANTED TO FUCKING CLAW THE EYES OF THE DOCTOR WHEN HE SAW YOU LYING DOWN IN THIS BED. YES YOU ARE FUCKING MINE. YOU ARE MINE TILL I FIGURE WHATEVER THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH ME. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Xander growled and I should have felt scared but I didn't. I don't know what I was feeling but fear wasn't it.
"Xander you don't see how weird it is. We have met twice and you... and you" I couldn't breathe.
"Breathe Kitten. I got you" I felt him lean his face on my neck and press a soft kiss on my skin. I felt butterflies erupt in my stomach and I actually leaned in to his touch.
'We were supposed to be a team' my mind scolded my body but it seemed like my body had a mind of its own. A soft moan escaped my mouth and hearing my willingness to his touch Xander's kisses became rougher. His teeth bit into my skin, harsher than the last time and the touch of his hands left a burning feeling both on my body and mind. His hand rested on the knot that held my towel, fiddling with it.
"Xa...nder. I am not moving in with you" I whispered out. He didn't like my words because I felt his teeth dig deeper in the crook of my neck. I had to reason with this neanderthal.
"You need to underst..." before I could finish my sentence another harsh bite landed on my skin.
"You can't just bite me every time you want me to listen to you" this time I managed to finish the sentence even when he bit when I spoke again.
"Watch me" He snickered.
Anger surged through me. No way was this man sane. Gathering every ounce of courage and strength in my body, I pushed his body away from mine. Surprisingly he moved himself from me and laid down next to me, on his back, breathing heavily.
Getting up I faced him and screamed because I was getting sick of his caveman personality
"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMN MIND. THERE IS NOT ONE THING THAT I KNOW ABOUT YOU. YOU COULD COULD KILL ME. I MEAN YOU DID TRY TO RAPE ME THE FIRST TIME I WAS HERE" I regretted it the second I mentioned the last few words.
I waited for him to lash out, throw things or maybe punch the wall for nothing. For a few minutes there was just the sound of my breathing before he finally broke the silence.
"You are right. I don't care what happens to you out there. Get killed for all I care" There was anger in his voice but what was more evident was disgust. Moving out of the bed he walked out of the room. If only he had turned around, he could have heard the sound of my heart break.
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After leaving the house, I saw Scar outside. I was still sad and a tiny bit angry. I don't know if the anger was directed at Xander or me.
"Could you please drop me? Or will you have to ask Xander first?" I wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. If asking was the thing Scar had to do, then I was going to walk back but I am not willing to stay here another minute.
"Does he know you address him by his name?" He asked, face devoid of any emotion. Just like Xander.
"He doesn't really care if I call him by his name or daddy"
I slapped my hand on my mouth, shocked by the words that just came out of my mouth.
Dear God,
Now would be a good time for you to open the ground and swallow me in. Please.
A slight chuckle escaped Damien's throat but he covered it with a cough.
"Get in the car" he said, amusement still evident in his voice. Dammit
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