Whore

Fat bitch

Ugly

You killed your mother.

"I didn't kill her." I woke up panting, shouting. At this point all I wanted was a hug from dad.

The door of my room swung opened and entered Damien. What is he doing here? Through my tears I looked at him as he came to me.

"What happened? you alright?" He asked, looking concerned.

"I didn't kill her." I hiccupped.

"I don't know what's going on? Do you want me to call your dad?" I shooked my head.

"He had to leave for Chicago so he asked me to come to babysit you for a day." He explained.

He handed me a glass of water before going out of the room. "Wait!" I whispered. I heard as he stopped at the door and turned around to look at me.

"Please stay! You can leave when I sleep." I requested. "Sure." He said as he jumped on my couch laying on it while using mobile. I chuckled a little at how big he is for my small couch. And just like that I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up early. It was Saturday today. I had no school. I went to kitchen to prepare myself and damien some breakfast. He slept on my couch. How uncomfortable that looks. His neck must hurt. Ow! my poor love.

"Are you cooking something, Winnie?" I turned around to Damien. His upper body was naked with his towel hanging around his neck with shorts. I stared at his bare chest and that's when he realized that he is naked he went and came back wearing a shirt. I miss the view I pouted to myself.

"You know you shouldn't be cooking." He stood beside me.

"I love to cook. I always cook for myself and dad." I politely told him.

"Do you need me to help you with something?"

"Yeah! if you can wash the dishes after." Wanted to help me? Well you got it, mister. I smirked at him.

"I'll wash and it's just because you're a kid and I am a nice person."

"I am not a kid."

"Sure!" He patted my head and went to sit at the dining table.

I grabbed a plate and prepared it for him. Stuffing it with pancake, toast and bacon. I smiled at my cooking skill. i served him his breakfast with coffee. And took a seat beside him with my 4 cupcakes.

"Ah cupcakes! not very healthy, huh!" He commented.

"Well they are tasty."

"But I don't have a sweet tooth." Oh! I didn't know. Who does not like sweet things?

"Taste it first."

"Ok" I noticed his feature as he took the bite of my cupcake. "Fuck!" he cursed as he took another bite and just like that ate whole cupcake. "That was heaven. How do you cook so well?"

"Cooking is my passion." I took a bite of my cupcake.

"I'm serious. I don't eat sweet things. But these cupcakes are heaven." And I blushed.

"Maybe when you grow up, you could be my personal chef." His personal chef? I like the sound of that.

"So you had a nightmare yesterday?" Oh no! He shouldn't be bringing that up especially not during breakfast. I shook my head in response. He shouldn't be so nosy.

"I totally understand if you don't wanna share." He gave a small smile.

"But you need to see psychiatrist." I don't like where it's going. "Are you saying I'm physco?" "That's not what I meant, you just need to share it with someone. A psychiatrist doesn't sound bad after all." He stated his opinion. My happy mood was completely ruined as I went to my room without finishing my breakfast.

.....

It's been a month since I last saw Damien. As much as I crave to see him. I am too embarrassed to meet him again after he indirectly told me that I'm a phsyco.

Today Dad has to take 'care of his business' as he said so he will be gone whole night. He said he will ask Damien to come for a night to look after me. I told him I am grown up and can look after myself but he doesn't listen.

I was sitting on the couch when the door bell rang. Dad opened the door to Damien. He looked very beautiful, more then before. My eyes sparkled when I saw him.

He greeted me and sat on the couch beside me. Dad kissed me on my cheek and bid me goodbye before going.

"I don't like it when he has to work at nights." I muttered.

"Don't worry he will be back before you know it." Said Damien. I ignored his statement and continued watching tv.

I went to my room. I took the rose out which I bought earlier today and the card I made with my hands. I debated alot with myself alot on whether should I admit my feelings for him and I think I totally should.

He was still sitting on the couch busy as ever with his mobile. Is it too stupid to say I am jealous of his mobile.

"Damien." I was literally shaking.

"Yeah!" He looked up at me. With my shaking hand I gave him the card with rose inside in it.

He raised his eyes at me and took it. He read it and then started laughing. "Nice one." He said in between laughter.

"Are we playing pranks?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"This is true." I said in a low voice and his face became straight at that.

"Are you insane." Anger was clear on his face. Now I was scared.

"Please," I muttered as tears flowed out of my eyes.

"This is insane. Go to your room and sleep." He ordered.

"Not before I get an answer." I raised my head and looked at him straight in his blue eyes.

"My answer is no. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Is it because I'm ugly?"

"You're underage. Do you want me to go to prison for being a pedophile. Get your head clear on this, Winnie. You and me we can never be anything." I froze in my place.

"Maybe when I turn 18?" I said with a little hope.

"Never."

"Please don't say that." I said in low voice.

"Winnie, go to your room and sleep." He was close to lose his patience that was visible in his face.

"I love you."

"Go to your room now, you little slut." He shouted and I ran away to my room.

Little slut. He called me a slut for sharing my true feelings.