Insanity (Asylum 1)
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“Two thirty? Shit!” He bolts upright and throws the comforter off himself and me.
“Hey!” I whine and snatch the comforter, pulling it up to my chin. I’m naked and it’s cold in my room.
Damien’s eyes bulge and he gives me an urgent look. “What are you doing?” He reaches over me and grabs his clothes and starts putting them on. “We need to hurry.”
I snuggle into my blanket. “Why? You said we don’t have to leave until five.” Our bus leaves at six thirty.
Damien and I settled on the city of Seattle to begin our new life. He knows a guy there he went to boarding school with, whose father is the owner of some huge corporation. His friend said they’d give him a job and that’s great. I’m happy for him. But me, I’m not really sure what I’m going to do.
“What about me?” I’d asked him when we decided on Seattle.
“What about you? You beautiful, silly girl?” he’d chuckled and breathed into my hair.
“What am I going to do?”
“Whatever you want.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You can do whatever you want.”
Whatever I want? I’d never been able to do what I want. I’d always been a prisoner and the idea of freedom seemed strange, as true as it is.
Damien cuts into my flashback with his panicked words, “Come on, Addy, get up. We have to get your things packed.”
“Damien, relax. I did that while you were sleeping.” I motion to the few garment bags and a suitcase under my window. I pat the empty spot on the mattress next to me. “Come back to bed, please. I’m cold. Come keep me warm.”
He gives me a sexy smirk and slides into bed next to me. He nips my earlobe with his teeth and breathes, “I love you. Are you ready for our forever?”
I smile into the darkness and exhale as his warm fingers slide over my stomach overheating my entire body. “Yes. I can’t wait.” It feels like that’s all I’ve thought about for the last few months. Me and him. So in love with each other. In a new place. Beginning our lives. Damien nuzzles his chin into the curve of my neck and places a kiss just below my ear. “I love you too. So much,” I whisper.
I feel his chest rise up and down against my back and I think to myself that I’ve never felt more at home than in his arms. I’ve never really felt like I belonged anywhere. But in his arms, I can’t feel that way anymore. I’ve found somewhere I belong. I’ve found someone who I love purely and unconditionally. Someone who loves me the same way in return.
But I fight off the pull of slumber because even though this picturesque moment, this scene with Damien and I, our limbs entangled, bodies touching in a loving embrace seems so perfect, so beautiful, and so right, a bout of nausea whips through my gut telling that something about all of this feels off.
Something is wrong.
I shake Damien. “Damien, get up.”
He lifts head, gazing up into my eyes. “What is it?”
I strain to hear the sound of Daddy’s snoring.
There’s nothing.
Dead silence.
Panic seeps into my bloodstream and I stumble out of bed. “Get up!” I shout, half-scream, half-whisper.
“Addy—?”
“Just get up!”
My heart is racing as I dash over to my dresser and pull any dress I can find, I settle on a green one and throw it over my head, not even bothering to put on my underwear or a bra. I rush past the bed and Damien laces his fingers through mine and pulls me back down on the mattress. “Calm down.” He snakes his fingers through my hair and brushes his lips against mine. “Everything is fine.”
But it’s not fine. I know it. I can feel it.
“We have to go.” I give the most urgent, pleading look I can give. “We have to go now.”