The Wanted Unwanted

chapter 44

Sorry for the long wait everyone.
Please pray for Nigeria 🇳🇬. I'm a Nigerian and all you've heard that's happening is really happening here. People die every day in front of you just like in the movies but then you realize that person is gone forever ever.
I need your support in these really hard and trying times.
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I made this chapter as long as I could cause I don't know when next I'd update.
Thank you for your patience

Enjoy.

Avery

I came out of my car... and just like that, emotions hit me. Hard.
I stared at the one place that held my sorrow's. I stared at the one place that broke me over and over and over again in the most cruelest and harshest way known to man.

I can't actually believe I'm doing this. I would never had believed if someone told me I'd seek comfort and safety in a place that made me feel unsafe.
It's really scary to travel back to my past to face my monsters, face Him again.
But I've gone really far. Far to be intimidated by my emotions all over my head. I've worked for years to build myself up back again. I've learned to be strong, so strong that I build strong solid walls around me to protect me.

Being in pain and want was no longer a weakness for me.

Heaving a deep sigh, I opened my car trunk and took out my luggages I packed that I would need for the period of my stay in this...place.

The minute I closed my trunk, I saw from afar the front door opening and Damon appeared, he was rushing towards me.

"H-hey" he greeted. When he saw I wasn't going to reply he decided to take the responsibility to keep up a conversation.
"I'm glad you're here. I've been waiting for you" he added nervously.

When we got to the door, he glanced at me as if asking if I was going to be okay before he opened the door. He waited for me to get in first not seeming to kind that I was so slow.
The minute I stepped into the house I sucked in a Sharp breath. It still scented as before, it still has that same manly cologne that never seemed to fade.

I observed all angles from where I stood. Nothing seemed to change but yet it felt different. So different. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Damon was occupied looking at me with some emotions in his eyes that I refuse to put any meaning to.

"Where will I be staying" I asked coldly masking any emotion that wanted to surface.

"Anywhere" Damon blurted.

It seem the look I gave him was enough to adjust his thoughts. "I'm I-I mean you can stay anywhere you want it's your hou... " and just like that, his voice trailed off. He didn't even dare to complete his sentence.
"I'm sorry. You can stay anywhere you want, I even have a room already prepared for you, it also has a balcony. I know how much you loved rooms with balconies" Damon rambled nervously. I could clearly see he was treading softly so as to not do anything that'd piss me off.

"Lead my to where I'd be staying"

"Alright, just come with me"

He took my upstairs and each step I took, memories hit me from all angles.  Each step I took was a painful reminder of my past.

Damon finally lead me to a door I didn't even know existed all through my stay in the house.  He opened the door and I must confess, the room is amazing but I'd never admit it.

I collected my bags from him without making any possible body contact with him and it seemed Damon noticed because I saw his fist clench.

As I walked through the room door a firm grip on my arm stopped my movement.
"Dont. Just Don't" I spat coldly as I snatched my arm away from his grip.