《Bleeding Love》Chapter 50
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Sophia
The breeze felt so soothing on my face. With every push from my Dad, my swing was touching the sky. I laughed and laughed screaming "Higher! Higher Daddy higher!" I could hear the echo of my laughter. I looked Chuck at the other corner of the backyard playing with clay. Trying to build mud castle. "What are you making weirdo, my castle is bigger than yours" I said laughing and taunting "Mommy look Sophie is teasing me again" he whines like always and I laughed. "Princess!! Stop troubling him" my mother said to me sternly. I jumped off the swing giggling. I looked at my Dad and he winked at me giving me the much needed go ahead and I slowly moved towards Chuck with silent steps and pushed Chuck, he fell face first in his muddy casle and I laughed hard. "Sophie!!!" he shouted and got up and pulled my pigtails hard "Mommy!" I scream. "Oh God! will you both stop fighting and Oliver stop laughing". I heard mommy's irritated voice which made me and Chuck laugh together. Laughing I turned to Dad but he wasn't there "Dad! Where are you?" I looked around and couldn't find him or Chuck or Mom. "Mom! Mom! Chuck! Dad! Where are you all?" I realized I am not wearing a red frock anymore, my pigtails were gone, my swing, my backyard, its gone. I was in the woods. It's just dense trees I could see. Its dark. My stomach "Ahhh!!!!" I am feeling this excruciating pain in my abdomen. I held it tightly and fell to the ground "Mom, please help me. It hurts, it hurts so much, Mom!!" It felt like a part of me is ripped out of me. I was screaming for my mom but she isn't coming, why is she not coming "Mom" I screamed again in the midst of my cries. I was bawling out of pain and screaming for my mom. Then I felt a strong pair of hands hugging me from behind. His hands followed mine and stayed at my abdomen. The pain is diminishing. Slowly, I couldn't feel any pain, its still dark and I am still in the woods between the trees but its not scary anymore. I am not scared. I could see the moon shining so bright with thousand stars, it made night looked so beautiful. I turned to see him. He is standing there with the most beautiful blue eyes I ever saw. He has so much love in his eyes and has such warm smile full of affection, "You took my pain away, you saved me. Thank You Sir". "I will always save you Doll". Doll, I could feel the blush creeping up. He came closer to me and took my hands in his "Sir?" I asked blushing hard. I struggle to make eye contact with him. "Damon. My name is Damon" he told me. "Damon" I felt his name rolling of my tongue and felt like my heart skipped a beat. "My name is Sop-" "I know your name is Sophia, my Doll" he cut me off in between. "Then why do you call me Doll?" I asked "Because your are my Doll. You are mine and I love you." His eyes grow so intense. It felt dangerous not in a way that scares me but I feel excited. Like more alive. "You love me? But you don't know me." I asked confused. "Oh I know you Doll, more than you know yourself." I looked at him. "Do I know you?" I asked drowning in his eyes. "What do you think? He said in his husky voice. "I think I do, more than I think. Who are you stranger?" he smiled and kissed my hands. "I am the love of your life". He said and trailed a strand of my hair behind my ear and his touch made me tremble. "Damon" I said "Yes Doll?" He said to for me continue "I am happy. Promise me you are forever, this is forever. Forever and Always" he stepped closer to me and pulled me into a deep kiss. The kiss was passionate yet tender. It took my breath away and I couldn't think of a better way to die. The kiss was a promise. "Till death do us apart, Doll". He said as his lips parted mine.
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Damon
Its been an hour I am sitting at her bed waiting for her to wake up. I want to see her big eyes so much. I wish I could kiss her out of her sleep. I so miss hear her blabbering when she is scared that she did something to anger me. I laughed a bit to myself as her cute voice came to my ears. She seem calm though and here I am dealing with an hurricane inside me waiting for my anchor to come save me from it. "You are a monster Damon. But you have become my universe. I love you Damon Caprio" her voice was coming back to me. I want to hear my name in her voice again. I want her to run to me again like she did in the mall and melt in my embrace feeling that she is safe.
I want her to kiss me with the same frevor like she kissed me saying "Damon Caprio you make me crazy" the day I marked her with my initials. I looked at my hand again seeing her name and God how much do I need her to intertwine her fingers with mine. I held her hand. I took out her wedding band that they gave to me before her surgery and slid it back in her fingers.
I was brushing her knuckles when I felt her hand move a bit. I looked at her face but she wasn't calm like before she was...she was crying like she is pain. Like she is scared. I saw her another hand reach her abdomen. She is holding it tightly and a tear rolled down her eyes. She is mumbling something I reached closer to her. "It hurts, it hurts so much, Mom!!" She is calling for her mom. I placed my hand over hers. I rubbed it lightly. "Hey Doll relax I am here with you. Amore you are safe, I love you baby. Relax everything will be fine." I wishpered to her and kissed lightly on her forehead and her cheeks and I saw slowly the lines on her forehead residing. She is calming down. I kept whispering sweet nothings to her and kept rubbing her hands. I heard her saying my name. I kissed her lips lightly "I love you Doll" I said and her eyes flutter open.
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