Chapter 13

               Mission accomplished... We found Damon’s room and all I could do is watch him. Funny, that’s what I was supposed to do. I was supposed to watch over him and make sure he doesn’t date or make anymore of those mistakes. A pattern of heartbeats was behind me but his eyes were closed. I was just waiting for him to jump up and go ‘boo’ at me or ‘What has she done with my car!’ This time, it was silence. I don’t remember it being this silent. My back ached from sitting on the hospital chair, just staring at him for hours, afraid he’ll leave if I go away. Every day I come to this room, I’m afraid that I’ll find an empty bed and people tell me that they gave up on him and he died.

             I ran my fingers threw my hair finding a lot of tangles. I gave up on trying combing it with my hand. Seth would drop me off every day and pick me up. He had given up on staying long hours in the hospital just watching Damon. Well, I couldn’t stay hours of doing nothing. I drew on Damon’s face. I got bored with that so I brought a laptop and start hanging around the internet. Damon was on the news about being in a coma. All the blame was directed to a ‘drunk driver.’ There was no drunk driver that hit us. It was Daphne the air head. Damon’s parents visited to see how I and Damon were both doing. They didn’t put any blame to me. I would have.

             I close the lid of the laptop and rest it on a table near me. I gaze back into Damon and he hadn’t moved an inch. Sometimes, I thought I saw him flinch or blink. Having him gone made me notice how much I wanted him alive.

           “I’m sorry,” I mutter under my breath and stretch a frown.

            ‘You better be! My baby is ruined!’ Damon’s voice echoes in my head.

            “It wouldn’t have been as bad if you focused on the road,” I say.

             ‘That was your sister’s fault, psycho.’ – Damon insults. What am I doing? Am I going to go like Bella whose seeing and hearing Edward!? Oh no, please no... I’m not going to jump off a cliff for him. Psycho... It hurt just to hear his voice in my head. I lean my head onto the bed and watch him with sorrow. I couldn’t imagine my life as in Twilight. Situation wise, Damon would be Edward. Personality wise, Seth is one percent more than Damon for Edward’s role. Once, I had to choose between them. I choose Damon but he forced me to go with Seth. All the things he’s been saying, said that I chose Seth, but I never told him that. I always thought because it was too late to give my answer that he gave up on me. But...that wasn’t it, was it? Somebody must have told him that I said I’d go with Seth. Who...?

             “Hello Lexis,” A familiar British accent in a low voice speaks behind me.

             “...hi,” I quietly respond and raise my head. He takes steps closer toward me and Damon.

              “I’m sorry about what happened,” He awkwardly says. I pause. I could feel the large lump in my throat returning.

            “Yea... Me too,” I struggle to breath out. Silence filled the boxed room. Lucian took a look at Damon and brought up questions. I explained Damon’s state with vocabulary a doctor would be proud of. I’ve been around for so many days and hours that I heard every detail of Damon’s situation.

          “You haven’t seen Daphne yet,” he states. And I will not, until she’s burned alive. I didn’t want to tell him that. After all, they were getting married.

            “Yea... I’m not,” I dryly tell him “Enjoy your wedding and...May your children be cursed for having a mother as a witch.” The last part was whispered very quietly and carefully. Lucian’s forehead crumbled not hearing a thing I just said.

            “What...?”

           “Nothing,”

            “I couldn’t hear the last part,”

           “It’s nothing,” I repeat.

           “Well... Anyhow, the wedding is cancelled for now,”

         “You fell out of love with her? What a surprise!” I dramatically exclaim. He didn’t like my tone but I couldn’t care less. It’s his fiancés fault that Damon is in a coma.

         “No,” He remains calm “Daphne is too injured and can’t get out of the hospital for a while. She broke many bones, thank you for your concern.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. You’d think that Daphne would matter more than Damon because she was my sister. I have no heart for her. It broke long ago. As for Damon, it turns out, that it was still there.

          “You’re welcome,” I coldly respond. Lucian wasn’t going to stand for my tone this time.

          “I will not stand for this! You’re sister could have died and you don’t seem to give a care in the world. Instead you care about a selfish player who not only almost killed your sister but you!” He exclaims.

                                                                  Oh.

                                                                  No.

                                                                  He.

                                                                Didn’t...!

          ‘Psycho, go psycho...! Make the guy down to his knees and beg for his forgiveness!’ – Damon.

          “Excuse moi!?” I rose my voice and body up. My anger was up the roof. Lucian was startled. I took steps toward him “You don’t know shit about whose fault it was here! You’re fucking fiancé, my devil be sister, the bitch, the destroyer of life, fucking killed Damon!” I open up the cage and let the psycho out.

       “He’s not dead yet,” He stands his ground “And it was his fault. He didn’t focus on the-“

       “-HE is almost DEAD!” I scream at the top of my lungs. I did not notice my arms slamming Lucian against the wall with blood shot eyes.

         ‘Psycho...lower your arms...take a million steps back... and calm...down!’ – Damon instructs. I can’t...! I’m just so angry! I’m so angry! Why you...!? It’s her fault...!

        Lucian mouth hung open and his eyebrows rose to its highest. He was strong, his body was hard to push but I somehow managed to slam him hard against the wall. I stop in silence and felt my heart ache in pain. Pain spread down from ribs and ached even more.

      “Lexis Anthis lower your arms and step back from him,” The bad cop ordered. I turn my head and notice good cop and bad cop at the door. They visit each day because they wanted to speak to me.

       ‘See, now the cops came for you. Nice going Psycho...!’ – Damon. I lower my arms and take steps back and try to calm myself down. This anger wasn’t me. I breathe out to calm myself down but only quietly swore because of the pain in my ribs. I sat back down into the chair. Lucian was still shocked from my sudden anger outburst. Oh joy for him that I didn’t have any weapon in my hand.

      “You may leave,” The bad cop glared at Lucian. Lucian’s shocked expression faded and turned hard. He crossed his arm stubbornly “I will not.” They start having a stare down. The good cop awkwardly shifts his eyes away as if he didn’t know any of us. I’d do the same if I was in the good cop’s position.

       “You will get your bloody ass out of this room,” Bad cop faked a British accent “You understand me?”

          “I’m the prince of England. Do not mock my country or my accent or you shall be thrown in the dungeon,” Lucian threatens with mockery. If it weren’t for the misery I was feeling; I would have burst out in laughter.

          “And I’m the king of Mars. I shall have my people abduct you. Leave this room immediately,” The bad cop ordered.

         “Sir,” Good cop.

          “Do you want to cause war?” Lucian.

         “Sir,” Good cop.

          “My aliens verse you British Buffoons! We shall go to war!” Bad cop pulls a Hitler accent.

          “I thought you are a Martian not a Nazi,” I tell him.

          “Sir!” Good cop yells loudly.

           “Then we shall. Expect bombings in this city by tomorrow morning” Lucian strictly says. Oh. My. Gosh... He doesn’t think the bad cop is being serious is he!? My eyes widened.

           ‘Psycho... Carry my body with you and hide in the Albanian forest before Lucian really bombs us,’ – Damon. I can’t do that. If you’re not in the hospital, you’ll die. Otherwise, I’d do that and bring Seth with me.

        “No, no...! Lucian, he’s joking!” I exclaim. Lucian gives a nasty look.

       “Sir,” Good cop repeats.

       “Sacre bleu...! Not if I get rid of you before the bombs,” Bad cop uses a French accent.

        “Martian, Nazi, or French.... Make up your mind,” I tell him.

        “SIR!” Good cop raises his voice to the loudest.

        “What...!?” Bad cop asks.

        “He’s Lucian, the real prince of England,” Good cop states. Bad cop’s face grew pale at the discovery. Lucian looks serious about bombing us.

        “My mistake... You may stay as long as you like,” The bad cop apologizes. Lucian snickers at the apology “I’ll call off the war.” I felt relieved. The aura in the room calmed down. Lucian decided to lean against the wall and the FBI agent faced me. They weren’t going to get any answers out of me. Lucian hearing the question did bother me.

        “Have you seen your parents today?” Good cop asks.

        “No,” I respond “I don’t live with them. I told you everything I can.”

        “We’ll come back every day,” The bad cop warns.

        “I know,” I respond sweetly. They take their leave and I focus back on Damon. I’m going insane without you here. How did I survive a year without you? Was I really seeing Seth as you?

          “What happened to your parents? Daphne told me they won’t be arriving to the wedding. They disappeared?” Lucian got into my nerves once more.

           “Lucian... Please... don’t mentioning my family,” I quietly tell him.

          “So, Damon actually loves you. I didn’t think it was possible,” Lucian sighs.

           “No, he doesn’t,”

            “He does,”

            “He doesn’t,” I send a death glare.

            “Oh he does... He wouldn’t protect you for nothing,” Lucian says and adds on “I can see what he sees in you. Just the crazy part of you kind of scares me. He’ll live Lexis. He wouldn’t just die.” I look into his expression. A light saddened smile was on to him. Maybe he did care a bit about Damon being in a coma. I heard a swing of the door but then I turn back and nothing was there.

            “He doesn’t... He threw me to my best friend when I told him I’d never give my best friend a chance again. And now, since he did... It’s different,” I explain to Lucian.

           “People don’t just throw their lives away for nothing, Lexis,” Lucian sets a lesson.

          “It would be better if he didn’t. We’re done... We’re just friends;” I accidently let it slip “Whoops! No I mean-“

           “-I already know,” Lucian shrugs “As soon as you told everyone at the dinner the story of how you met, I knew.” I lit up a smile. That was a good memory. Sure, it was meant to be a terrible one but now it’s something I can easily laugh about.

           “Thanks Lucy,” I smile at him.

           “Lucian,”

           ‘Lucy’ – Damon corrected.

         “Lucy,” I repeat “for making me smile.”

         “Yea... Damon sucks as a player,” Lucian stretches his lip.

         “Why...?” I ask.

         “Because it’s easy to make you like me,” Lucian smiles largely.

         “Ha, don’t get your hopes up. You’re marring my sister. It’s going to take a lot more than that to make me like you,” I honestly admitted.

        “True,” Lucian admits “If Damon doesn’t come back for you. There is always your best friend and I’ll try to be there for you. You will be my sister in law after all. Well until later, Lexis...” He raises my hand and then gently kisses it. I roll my eyes. He lights up a smile and leaves the room. I watch him leave and still felt the ache of my heart for Damon but it felt better. I’m not going to be alone even if my parents and Damon are gone. I don’t want them to be gone. If Damon’s gone, I still have to go after my parents. I can’t just sit here and wait. I have to do something. I’ll go after my parents while Damon’s here.

         I rest my head onto the bed and shut my eyes. Tomorrow I’ll go...

       “Lexis...!” A voice calls.

       “Hmm...?” I tiredly ask.

       “Sleep with me today,” Seth begs from outside of the room.

        “Yea... I’ll come,” I rose up from the chair and exit the room. It has been a long time since I’ve slept in my bed. I’ve been sleeping the night over at Damon’s hospital’s room. Seth gave me a warm bear hug and tells me how much he misses me... But I notice something was off. When I asked what was wrong, he said it was nothing. No matter how much I asked, he wouldn’t tell me a thing. We arrived to my apartment and I fell asleep instantly.

          Morning arrived... I had to go to school! Yay... Seth wouldn’t let me go anywhere today but school. So I did. Then we went back to home and I tried to escape Seth but he wouldn’t allow me to go anywhere. I was stuck between school and my apartment for two days. Every day passes by and Seth acted weirder and weirder. I would try to seduce him but that didn’t work out with Damon. It wouldn’t work with Seth.

       I rub my eyes. A cell-phone ring was ringing loudly in my right ear that was resting on the pillow. I felt the pain echoing in my ear and growing louder. Sooner or later, I’m going to be deaf. It was just like that day... I rose up from my bed. All I saw was the darkness around me. My hand moves to the left of my bed. I felt Seth’s back. His eyes opened and stared back at me. His hands slipped under my pillow.

         “Oh, it was actually ringing?” I tiredly ask. I forgot I left my phone under my bed. My cell-phone was used as an alarm clock. It was seven o’clock already? Seth squints his eyes and stares at the bright cell-phone. Then he presses onto the screen and the ring stops.

         “It’s seven already?” I whisper to him. He doesn’t speak and slides the phone under his own pillow.

         “Seth...!” I exclaim.

          “No...” he whines “Go back to sleep.” He didn’t seem to notice my death glare.

           “Then who was it?” I ask.

           “Go back to sleep Lexi... It’s nobody important,” He sighs and then pulls me down by the neck beside him. He leans forward to me, just enough for our lips to touch. For a minute, I fell for it. I gently push his chest away from me.

          “Who was it?” I ask.

           “Would you forget about the stupid phone and just look at me?” He loudly says threw his teeth. I can’t believe him.

           “Okay, now you’re telling me what’s been bothering you because you’re letting your anger out on me for no reason. Give me the phone first,” I tell him.

           “No,” He moans closing his eyes and gripping onto the cell-phone under his pillow. This wasn’t like Seth. The Seth I knew wasn’t annoying. My teeth clench and I tug onto his pillow. Seth groans and holds tighter onto his pillow. This was not funny.

          “Seth, give me the phone,” I tell him.

         “It’s Lucian. Who calls at this time?” Seth scrunches up his face.

        “Seth, what are you hiding?” I suspiciously ask.

        “Nothing,” Seth responds “Just lie down with me.” I don’t think so. I roughly grab onto the pillow and the phone. I failed to grab the pillow but won to grab the phone. My phone rings again and I pick up it up. Seth reaches his hand to steal it. I rise from bed and walk around the darkness.

         “Hello...?” I wait.

        “Why have you not picked up your phone these past days?” Lucien angrily asks.

          “Uh... What do you mean? You only called today,” I try to refresh his fish memory.

          “No, I’ve been calling you early morning for the past days and you haven’t picked up. You just hanged up,” Lucien insults. Wait a second... Seth... I turn my head slowly to Seth with fury.

           “Uh huh... I’m sorry Lucian but my stupid idiotic jerk face ex-boyfriend hanged up every time you called. Now what is it?” I ask. Seth leapt off the bed and gave another attempt to steal the phone. I run with the phone and end up bumping into furniture. Owe...!

          “...It’s about Damon,” Lucian voice turns quiet.

           No... No... Just no... That’s why Seth was acting... No, no, no....

                             ‘Goodbye Psycho’