Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

C H A P T E R 8

DELILAH

“How is the pain?” The blue-eyed man asked, pressing his fingers a little on the swelling part. I hissed, feeling the pain in there. I didn’t even know how much more my ankle will suffer. He nodded his head, thinking a little.

“Have you provided with ice and a plaster?”

“Ice yes, I have been on crutches.” I mumbled and found Damien sitting beside me. His face set in that expressionless mask, and this wouldn’t be weird to know that he spoke only one sentence after coming here. ‘She has injured her leg.’

I got to know, the guy in front of me- Eliza- was a college buddy of his but I didn’t even see Damien smile at him. This man!

“You need braces for few weeks. It’s the first degree pain so not too harmful otherwise with the fracture a there as you told it would have been proved fatal.” I flinched at the thought of that unfortunate situation. I saw Damien’s jaws set right, his fingers in a tight fist.

What’s with him?

I placed my leg down from the raised platform and saw my dress a little ridden up. Before I could pull it down, I found Damien pushing a violet cushion over my lap. His eyes were straight as if the wall in front is too interesting. I couldn’t understand him at all.

Eliza smiled a little at me, before smirking at Damien and standing up. “Buddy, don’t you want to hang out anytime?” I nearly smiled at his words. It’s feels great to have friend. I could remember when I had two of my best friends. Five years back.

Damien just shot him an irritated look and stood up. Eliza just laughed lightly, and looked over at me. “With the braces for few weeks, you will be fit like before.” I smiled at him.

“Thank you.” He looked over at Damien a smirk on his lips before turning towards me. “Do you want to go for a movie or something anytime?” he glanced at the foot, “Of course after you get better.”

No one has ever asked me for that.

“I…” Damien held my hand, giving a light pull.

“Fuck off.” Eliza chortled loudly and my eyes widened at his words. This is the first time I had heard him cussing. I realised I didn’t have my crutches and I didn’t want him to lift me again.

It’s straining for him.

But who said he cared, I couldn’t even deny it before he carried me and we were out in the bright lights it’s a little warm today. He settled me on the seat, and I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. He was just too big.

He pulled the seatbelt settling me in, before closing the door. He walked towards his side and got in. And we were back to silence again.

I fidgeted with my fingers feeling the silence unsettling a little. “Are you hungry?” His deep voice surprised me a little and more is his question.

“No, it’s fine.” He didn’t answer back anything and we found ourselves outside a little eatery. Why did he even bother to ask.

I saw him putting on shades and a cap, and seeing my confused look, his lips threatened to tilt nearly in a smile. “It’s needed.” I just nodded at him.

This time before he could lift me or anything I spoke first. “I can walk on my crutches. Let me be.” He nodded looking a little hesitant, and helped me out from the car.

The inside of the place radiates such a homely feeling or at least how I imagine home to be.

We settled on a corner seat near to the window, when a tall guy walked over at us for the order. I feel just so hesitant to talk with anyone, I didn’t know maybe with the past events or not. Even though I’m surprised how I was not that nervous with Damien. Nervous in the sense of social anxiety. Even though his mere presence intimidates me to no end.

“What would you guys have?”

Damien looked at me silently asking when I just gave him a shrug. “Anything is good.” He ordered chicken tenders and French fries. And I was not gonna lie it made my mouth watered.

I haven’t had such in ages.

We had our food in silence mostly, except if you could take these as talk.

“We will buy the braces before going back.”

“Ok.”

“How is the food?”

“It's good.”

After that neither he spoke nor did I. Once we were out on the road again, I could feel my legs better with the braces on. Yeah he bought me one, and I was still struggling how to thank him enough for his generosity and obviously pay him back.

Until I get myself a work.

I didn’t even plan what I will be doing once my leg gets better. I couldn’t stay here anymore. I have to find myself a place and a work and I didn’t know how. I didn’t have college degrees or anything which can help me. Neither did I have any work experience anywhere.

“Why were you on the park bench that night?” I looked up from my fingers and saw his side profile. I have to admit I have rarely ever seen man as good-looking at him, well if you say the only I ever saw was in magazines and television. My school was a all-girls' one. He handled the steering with one hand rolling it with the swift the road took.

His fingers were covered in ink work, depicting some letters. I looked at my hands and realized, two of mine could literally fit just one of his. Suddenly I realized he asked me something .

“Huh?” His lips tilted a little at the ends.

“I asked why were you there on the Park that night?” I contemplated between telling him the truth or cooking up a lie, but realizing he has been such generous and good to me I went with the former one.

“I was working in a bakery and…” I struggled a little. “I didn’t have place to sleep so… I spent my nights there.” I gulped down the lump in my throat. “But the the owner there she doesn’t know about it until that night she discovered that and then…” I huffed giving him a shrug.

I saw his sharp jawlines clench a little and the early airy mood he was in, settled back in that previous one. Emotionless and stone cold.

He gave me a sharp nod and I looked outside the window again. The cold breeze hitting my face made me relax a little. I feel so tired in all these. Once escaping from them, then searching for a place and now limp with an injured leg.

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