Chapter 6

Damian's POV

I knew it. I knew that guy was a maniac.

Despite the pain he's going through as he cannot even manage to lift his leg from the nail that went deep into his feet yet, he still managed to snatch the knife from her.

He is now attempting to cut her with the knife he's holding with one hand while he holds her leg with his other hand.

She was lucky I reached there just in time as my shoe landed heavily on his face and he let out another loud yelp, releasing his grip on her before crushing to the ground.

I was approaching the final exit of the abandoned building when suddenly, the waitress ran past me.

“What was that for?” I asked. “I thought you wanted to babysit him some moments ago.”

‘Oh please! I've learnt my lesson. Don't throw it in my face,” she gawked at me whilst still panting from the run.

“Thank you for saving me,” she said, her genuineness leaking into her voice.

I simply nodded and I watched her turn to leave.

“How would you get a cab by this time of the night? It's very late. You can just sleep over at my second apartment where I'm headed”

“That's if you don't mind.” I quickly added when I saw her hesitation.

“No, thank you. I should still be able to get a cab tonight,” she said, as though those cab drivers don't have a home.

“Fine, I replied as I took my turn and we started walking in separate ways.

I was even pissed with myself that I had to give her such an offer in the first place, and even more pissed that she turned down my offer. Where I'm headed is a more private apartment that I had abandoned ever since Diana died.

Apart from her and the maids who I send there to occasionally tidy it up, I've never let any other person know of that place. Not even my Dad who died some weeks before Diana.

Suddenly, I heard another gunshot which made me remember that the gunshots were there before I followed her to save her. I had completely forgotten.

I also remembered that the gunshots also came from along the way that the waitress is headed so I quickly turned back, only for panic to grip me at what I saw.

She was actually lying down on the floor, motionless, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of what this could mean.

I rushed towards her, my mind now beating twice its normal rate.

When I got to her, it baffled me that there's no blood at all, yet she remained motionless on the floor with her eyes tightly shut.

“Hey,” I tapped her. I don't even know her name to begin with.

“Woman, are you…..” I couldn't even get to finish my words as another gunshot was heard from a little distance.

My eyes widened, that I feared it would pop out of its socket, not just because of the gunshot, but because the person that laid motionless just some seconds ago had suddenly and swiftly sat up in fright with her hands flung around my neck shakily.

I still couldn't fathom what was going on until she spoke up.

“Wait. I wasn't shot? So I'm alive and not dead?” she threw all the questions to no one in particular while she still embraced me.

She really can't be asking me such questions. What sort of a drama queen is this?

I shook my head in dismay before removing her hands from my neck, leaving her on the ground.

“You won't speak to me?” she pouted.

I simply ignored her as I shot to my feet and started walking away.

“Oops! Guess I'm stuck with you then.” I heard her say before she shot up to her feet. “Wait for me,” she echoed while running to catch up with me and I couldn't help but scoff.

What a woman!

By the time I opened the door to my apartment, a wave of nostalgia hit me again as the little pieces of moments that Diana and I shared here came back flooding into my head.

I remember how we had our first kiss right in this same living room. I remembered the little awkwardness that night and a smile found its way to my face, enshrouding the vacuum that still lingered in my heart.

Suddenly, a feminine finger snapped in my face, jolting me out of my reverie. It was then I remembered that I had come in with someone else.

“Why are you smiling at me?” The waitress demanded. “What are you planning?”

I furrowed my brow and stared at her incredulously. “What do you mean? You think I would want to do you dirty and I'll go through the stress of helping you?”

She didn't say anything again. She just let out a sigh and bite on her lower lips as if in thought.

Suddenly, she spoke up “Well,” and then she trailed off again.

I wonder what she's up to this time and I was about to tell her not to waste my time when her words suddenly came in a rush, “Can I use your phone please? My mom would be worried sick right now.”

I hesitated a bit before handing her my phone. After she made the call and returned my phone, she asked, “where would I sleep tonight?”

“In the bedroom,” I replied.

“And where would you sleep?” she asked again.

I let out a sigh. This woman won't quit with her questions and I'm already getting frustrated. “Well, in the same bedroom. Except you can sleep on the couch here.”

“Oh no! I could get nightmares from the discomfort,” she said. “Can't you be a gentleman and sleep on the couch instead? Remember It's just for this…”

“Young woman,” I cut her short. “The bed or the couch. The choice is yours to make.”

I left her and headed towards the bedroom and next thing I heard behind me was a stubborn stomping of feets on the ground.

I turned back to look at her only to see that she had stopped and she had quickly worn an innocent look. I faced the front again and she quietly followed behind.

Looks can be really deceiving, because It's funny how she looks simple, yet stubborn.

I just couldn't help but chuckle.

I let her change into one of my shirts after she had a shower. I went to the bathroom to get a shower too but by the time I came out, I was stunned.

I wasn't stunned only because she seemed to be asleep so fast but because she divided the bed with all the available pillows. She just won't cease to amaze me.

As I lay on the other side of the bed, It didn't take long before I succumbed to the exhaustion of the day as well and drifted off.

My sleep felt so short when my alarm clock woke me in the morning. I tried to stretch my hand towards the nightstand to stop the alarm but I felt that something was restraining me.

When I looked, to my greatest confusion, I did not only see all the pillows that divided the bed on the floor but found her breathing softly, with her head on my chest and her hands around me.