Chapter - 22

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Helllo!

Finally... Part 22. Man, can I take any longer! Lmfao!

Yes, I know its been like a forever, but psht.. W.E, it was christmas so if you want to blame anyone.. Blame Christmas! Lmfao!

Sorry I took so long everyone. But December was like Beyond crazy for me! Lmfao.

So here you guys go. I hope you like it!

Thanks for still supporting me and reading my stories.. even though I put you guys through Hell in making you wait forever. Love you all Sooo much!

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Krissy

Chapter 22

I felt my heart sink as the whole world around me became a little distant movie. I held my breath as I stared out at the fireplace in front of me. I felt unable to form words in my mouth as Derrek's words began to sink in. -He never made it to California- The word's echoed in my mind as thousands of possibilities circulated through my head.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered as I looked over at Damen with wide eyes. He looked back at me with curiosity though I completely ignored him as all my attention was directed towards Derrek on the phone.

"I don't have any time for this, Stasee. Just come to Liam's house...FAST!?" His urgent voice forced me to think of the worst case scenario.

"Get off the phone!" I could hear my brother's distant voice yelling in the background. The line instantly went dead as my mouth dropped and my cell phone fell to the ground. I could hear it hitting the hard wood flooring as the back piece broke off and scattered across the floor.

"We need to go!" I panicked as I stood up from the couch and began to run towards the front door. I could hear Damen's footsteps running behind me.

"Stasee, Stasee! What's going on?" He asked as he finally caught up to me, grabbing onto my arm; turning me to face him.

"T-Trent...We have to go!" I cried out; making absolutely no sense. I turned to face the door as I pulled it open and ran out into the chilly night air.

Damen followed me and I could tell he was utterly confused by the way he kept staring at me like I was some run-away-mental-patient. "Stasee!" He yelled out, trying to get my attention which, surprisingly enough worked.

I turned around to face him and even though I stood completely still, my whole body was moving at an unheard of pace. My heart hammered fast inside my chest as my body continued to shake with anxiety. I felt my knee's weakening beneath me as my head span out of control.

"What is going on?" Damen demanded.

I knew our time was limited and Damen's constant questions were only slowing us down. I rolled my eyes angrily before replaying mine and Derrek's conversation to him. All my words seemed to mix in together as I spoke as fast as an auctioneer. I could barely understand what I was saying but Damen seemed to of got the just of it because before I could even finish, he was already running towards his truck.

Every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an hour as I jumped into the truck and we sped down the street. Different scenes began to circulate through my mind as both Damen and I sat in the truck silently. I watched as normal things passed by my window as we drove; kids playing happily, cute old couples holding hands as they walked down the sidewalk, dogs running around in their yards. Everything seemed so normal and yet my life was the complete opposite.

I was driving to my almost rapist's house to most likely find him strangled to death by my brother. Just the thought of it forced my stomach to turn as I tried to hold myself back from puking. It really had nothing to do with Liam; I mean I could almost care less about what might've happened to him.

No, all my worry and distress was for Trent and only Trent. Honestly, I never really thought he was capable of doing the things that were now flashing through my head but then again, I had never seen him as angry as he was this morning. I closed my eyes as I imagined myself walking into Liam's house; a complete blood bath. Even though it was only my imagination making these scenes up in my own head it still hadn't stopped my stomach from dropping.

Liam's dead, motionless body lying on the ground as Trent stood up beside him. A bloody kitchen knife clenched in his hand as police barged in through the doors. All of them; looking over at Liam's body before charging at my brother; taking him down to the ground hard. As Trent fell to the ground, his face would smash against the floor before erupting in blood.

Instantly I opened my eyes, desperately trying to shake the thought away. Trent wouldn't do that, he couldn't, there was just no way.

"Stasee..." Damen's soft voice interrupted my thoughts as I looked over to him. "It's going to be okay."

He reached over to me and tucked my hair behind my ear. His fingers trailed down my neck; the light touch of his rough skin against the softness of mine forced the hair on my arms to stand up. His fingers continued to down towards my collar bone before his hand landed on my shoulder. Gently, he began to massage my shoulder as he looked up at me with caring eyes; utter concern masked his face.

"It...It's a-all my f-fault..." I murmured as my eyes began to fill up with water. I closed my eyes lightly as two tears trickled down my cheeks.

Damen's arm snaked around my neck as he pulled me in towards him. I scooted over to the middle seat as I snuggled against his warm body. He tightened his hold on me for a second before loosening it; he began to twirl strands of my hair between his fingers.

"How is it your fault?" He whispered quietly as he let go of my hair and began to caress my arm.

I slightly bit down on my bottom lip as another tear trailed down my face, "If I h-hadn't tried to c-change...Then m-maybe Liam wouldn't of..." My voice began to trail off as more tears left my eyes.

"What!?" Damen staggered; his hand instantly stopped rubbing me. He shook his head as he looked out of the windshield with disgust. "Stasee, do NOT blame yourself for what happened. It was NOT your fault...Liam has always been a disturbed boy and what he did was wrong. Very Wrong!"

"But-"

"No, it doesn't matter if you wore clothes a little more out there; that still does not mean what Liam did was right!" He growled furiously, "even if he would have done that to Candise; it still would NOT have been right nor would it have been her fault. It was Liam's fault...So don't you dare try to blame yourself." He exhaled deeply, "okay?"

My face was gleamed with wetness as I shakily began to nod my head. I looked up at Damen as his crispy eyes began to grow soft once again. He looked down at me reluctantly before tightening his grip around my shoulders. He then held me close against his own body as I nuzzled into him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell." He said quietly.

A small smile twitched as the corner of my lips, "I know."

He looked back down at me and smiled sweetly, almost in a thankful kind of way. I watched him as his head bent down slightly and he pressed his lips gently against the top of my head. The small-almost invisible smile on my face grew as my cheek flushed pink. I fiddled with around with the hem of my shirt before looking away shyly. Even at times like this, Damen managed to make me smile; it wasn't a large smile and maybe it wasn't even considered a smile but either way I glad he was here. I laid my head back against his chest as I attempted to get as close to him as humanly possible.

I cleared my throat, "do you know where Liam lives?" I asked him as I looked out the window watching as we passed by more houses. Honestly, I had no clue where we were anymore.

"Yes...its a little ways out. I'm trying to go as fast as I can without being pulled over."

I nodded my head against his chest. His one hand stayed glued to the stirring wheel as his other hand continued to rub my arm comfortingly. I looked over at the car clock; it had only been 10 minutes since we left Damen's house though it felt like an eternity.

Every second that went by seemed like a second too much. Anything could happen in a second and as my mind began to wander once again I wished we could just be there already. Thoughts of Trent being locked up in jail for life scared me more than words could express. He was my brother, my best friend; I loved him more than both my parents combined.

Once again, I tried to shake the thought out of my mind but it seemed to be clogged in there. I just kept replaying the horrific possibilities of what could be happening at this precise moment.

Even with Damen's arms wrapped securely around me; it still didn't give me the comfort I needed. There was no denying that him being here, helped me to keep somewhat control of my sanity, but even so it wasn't enough to keep the bad thoughts away.

"Stasee..." Damen's hesitant voice brought my attention back to reality.

"Yah?"

"...We're here."

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Krissy's Note: Hehe.. how did you like it.. I wanted to put a little more Stasee X Damen in the story.. its wasn't like overly cute.. or sexual but it was the inbetween chapter that was needed! :D

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