They won't hurt you

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"I-I don't want to talk about it." She sniffled

"That's ok, we don't have to talk. I'm here with you, your safe with me kitten." I cooed

She hugged me tighter, trying to get closer to me.

Fucking adorable.

⚠️MENTION OF RAPE IN THIS CHAPTER. AND TORTURE⚠️

For the past 30 minutes I've been listening to kitten's small snores. She looked beautiful when she was asleep. She looked so comfortable, and you could just tell she felt safe.

She will always be safe with me.

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Amelia's POV:

"Wake up kitten. *kiss* I have *kiss* a *kiss* surprise *kiss* for you *kiss*"

Yeah, I woke up to that, Damon kissing my neck, with my arms pinned next to my head.

But what's the surprise?

After that nap, I felt refreshed, relaxed, relieved.

I was not having the best week.

But Damon has made it a lot better.

"*mmh* Don't stop." I sighed

Damon kept on kissing and sucking my neck until a loud moan left my lips.

"Found it." Damon kissed.

And he kept kissing and sucking my sweet spot, and I just kept on moaning.

"D-don't-t st-stop." It felt too good.

I knew by the time Damon would finish I would have hickeys all over my neck.

"*mmhm* D-Damon." I moaned. Damon smiled and started sucking harder and kissing rougher.

But I didn't mind.

*knock knock*
Great someone had to ruin the moment.

"Damon go in my closet." I whispered.

He nodded and quickly ran to my closest

I didn't need my parents seeing him, I didn't want them to hurt him.

I tip-toed to my door and opened it.

Shit.

"Hi mom, dad." I glared.

"Come sit down honey." My mom hushed

We all walked over to my bed and sat down.

"I-is this about Alex?" I stuttered.

"No, she isn't dead."

"What! Why would you lie to me about that? What the hell mom! I thought I lost her!" I shouted

Why would they lie about my sister dying?

That is beyond evil

"We just needed you home."

"You could've asked me to come home!" I opened my mouth to speak but I didn't, that was until a sharp pain hit across my left cheek.

"You don't even yell at your mother!" My dad hissed, and then slapped me again.

I brought my hand to my cheek to soothe the pain.

"Your father's friend is here." What does that have to do with me?

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