Chapter 2
Damian looked down at me with worry in his light blue eyes, "Are you alright."
More tears went down my eyes, does he not realize that I was almost raped?
No girl on this planet would ever be alright.
"I'm fine" I said whipping away any tears that were on my cheek.
He kneeled down towards me, "Don't touch me." I said.
He's a gang leader who knows what he will do to me.
"Listen, your cheek looks really bad right now and I don't want you to go home alone at this time.
Let me carry you to my car."
"I can walk myself." I got up and grabbed my coat and placed it on top of my shoulders.
Damian handed me my purse and I quietly grabbed it.
"Follow me." he said.
I followed him into his GMC truck, he opened the door for me and I slid inside.
I saw him run around the hood and he quickly got inside turned on the heat.
The night was cold today and I couldn't wait to get home into my warm bed.
"Do you want to know my address or..."
"I'm taking you to my place, I'm sure it's closest than your house.
If you don't mind of course." he said looking at me.
"It's fine.
I guess." I whispered looking out the window.
When we arrived at his house I was amazed at the sight in front of me.
The house was sandy color and on the right section there was a garage door that looked like it was created out of wood.
I could see the front door and the balcony right above it.
This wasn't a mansion but for sure it was a nice modern house for a gang leader.
He parked his car in front of the garage and put his window up.
I heard the garage door open and I saw a motorcycle inside and some boxes.
"Come on, I have some first aid kit in the kitchen." he said opening his door as I opened mine.
I got out and grabbed my bag.
He waited for me to reach him and he lead me towards the door that connected the garage and the house.
When I entered the house it was really clean.
Everything was in its place where it meant to.
The floors were made out of bamboo wood and it was really quiet.
When we entered the kitchen all of the tables were made out of granite and it was mostly all white except the white bowl of fruit that was standing on the table.
They were red strawberries and they made the kitchen look much better.
Even though they were just strawberries.
I saw Damian bent down and get out a red med-kit.
Next he opened the fridge and got out an ice pack.
Then he gently took a white cloth and whipped any dirt that I had on my cheek from falling down.
His breath fanned over my face and I felt my heart accelerate.
"Do you always walk home alone?"
"No, I'm just getting my car fixed at the dealership.
I should get it tomorrow." I whispered.
He nodded his head and gently placed the ice pack on my red cheek.
I whinsed at the pain, "Sorry" he whispered.
"Would you like some water, tea,...
coffee?"
"No, I should be going." I turned around and as I was about to take another step he grabbed my free hand and turned me back around to face him.
"Wait, just stay here the night it's already 4 a.m. I'm sure you're really tired"
"Well, I-I um." I stuttered.
He gave me a small smile, "You can sleep in the guest bedroom.
And tomorrow morning you can leave if you like."
"Um, sure thanks." I said removing my bag from my cheek.
He nodded his head, "Follow me"
"I walked upstairs and saw a white door.
He opened it and I saw a bedroom that had gray walls and a beautiful chandelier handing from the ceiling.
The bed had white sheets and there was a TV hanging on the wall.
There was also a desk and a dresser.
"That room over there is the bathroom, if you want to use a shower go right ahead." he smiled, "Good night."
"Night." I said.
I plopped down on my bed and fell into deep sleep with the same ice pack on my cheek.
After about a couple hours of sleep I got up and looked at the small clock next to the warm bed.
It was 7 a.m. and I knew I had to get out.
It's never safe to be in a gang leaders house.
Who knows what's going to happen when I'll wake up.
I quickly made my bed like it was when I first entered the house and tip toed down the stairs making as less noise as possible.
The house again was really quiet and I could hear some wind outside.
I grabbed my coat and my purse and opened the front door and slipped out.
I took out my phone and dialed a taxi phone number that can take me to my car dealership I hope they're open at this time.
Damian P.O.V.
I woke up by the sun going through my window and looked at my phone. 10:25 a.m. I should get up and see what Lena is doing.
She's probably still sleeping from last night.
Slowly I got up and walked quietly towards her door.
Still, I can't believe what happened last night.
Not only I saved her but how close I was to kissing her.
I opened the door and looked at the bed, it was made like no one was even here.
Was what happened last night a dream?
I smelled the pillow and I could still smell her perfume on it.
This definitely wasn't a dream.
Quickly I ran downstairs and saw the med-kit that was out on the marble counter table.
So I wasn't dreaming.
Why did she leave?
Is she afraid of me?
Or does she have another boyfriend at her house.
The thought of that made my blood boil.
If I ever see him he would be dead.
"Good Morning everyone, and happy Saturday!
You're listening to 95.6." announced that radio man as I drove to my house.
"As you all know every morning we have a person on a call that tells us a story and you have to guess if it's real or not!
So here we have on a call Aria Hart.
Good morning!"
"Good Morning." said a girl around my age.
"So tell us what's your story?"
"Alright Mike.
One night I was sleeping over my boyfriend's house for the first time.
When we went to bed, I asked him if he was scared of the tickle monster under his bed, as he had his feet hanging off the side.
He laughed at me and told me not to be so childish.
During the night, he woke me up, slightly laughing, saying, "Stop it I know it's you.
And I'm not even ticklish on my foot." I said I was still right beside him, so he turned on the bedside light.
I've never heard a 19 year old guy scream so loudly before or jump so high.
Who was under the bed?
His dad, who overheard out conversation.
He crawled out from under the bed, high-fived me, and left the room." and then she started to laugh like some horse on drugs.
There's no way that's a real story.
And why the hell would a dad hide under the bed in the first place, my father would definitely not do that.
"Well folks it's your decision!" the radio man said and started to play 'Am I wrong by Nico & Vinz'.
I opened my garage door and parked my car.
Then, I grabbed my coat and my purse and walked inside.
Quickly I took a warm shower and changed into short shorts and a purple T-shirt.
Finally I can get some real sleep.
I hate sleeping at other people houses it's hard to fall asleep and if I hear any noises I wake up.
In this bed I sleep like a baby, I'm sure if there is going to be an earthquake I would sleep even tighter.
I own a small house that has one bedroom and one bathroom, it's perfect for me.
My parents are retired and now traveling the world.
Once in a while I would get a call from them and maybe a box shipped from Lunaria with a bunch of cool stuff.
They love me and always support me with everything, except they don't know that I work as a bartender.
I don't know if I will ever tell them my dirty little secret because I won't have that job for very long.
It was already my time to work and I decided to put on high wasted leather shorts and a white blouse.
I grabbed my curling wand and made my curls.
My look reminded me of Taylor Swift at her RED concert.
I did my smokey eye, applied some concealer on my pink cheek and added a light pink lipbalm to finish off my look.
Quickly I walked towards my garage door and slipped on my red flats and jumped into my car.
I backed out and drove towards my work.