I woke up from sleep a few minutes ago. It's already noon and my head hurts. My back too..

"You are up." came Damian's's voice from the door.

I nodded not wanting to say anything. I am still afraid of him. Just because he didn't do anything to me a few hours ago doesn't mean he won't do it now.

He sat on the bed beside me and I backed a little on instinct.

His eyes fell on the distance but thankfully, he didn't comment on it.

"So...umm.." I looked up at him and found him staring into everywhere but me.

He looked somewhat stressed. I continued to stare at him until he awkwardly said

"How do you feel? I should probably call a doctor for you."

Why is he being so nice now? Is this another act of his being nice towards me and hurt me again?

"My - b-b-ack." I managed to say with my still dry throat.

He nodded his head and fetched me a glass of water instantly.

His eyes never left my body even for a second while I drank well ... gulped down my water.

I handed him the glass and accidentally, my fingers brushed against his.

I could feel him getting tensed but it vanished as soon as it appeared.

"I will be back in a minute." with this he was gone.

I tried to get off the bed, but my legs and back hurted so much that I couldn't.

Damian proving himself true to his word, was back in a minute.

"Want to get up?" He offered his hand gently when he saw me struggling.

Did I say gently? I really need to see a doctor, a psychiatrist maybe.

Nevertheless, I took his hand and signalled towards the bathroom.

He nodded and helped me silently.

"I can help you in shower, love, if you want." he offered politely.

"Thanks but I think I can manage."

Now that he is being polite with me, I want to enjoy this for as long as I can. Who knows what will happen when the devil reappears?

It was a struggle to take a shower but thankfully Damian had sent our house maid Jenny, a middle-aged woman to help me.

My back was bruised badly. No wonder it hurt so much when I tried to get up.

Even though she didn't comment on the bite marks on my neck and breasts, the bruises on my wrists, I could feel her staring at them.

Lunch with Damian was quiet and awkward or only for me. I could feel his stares at me the whole time.