Being a Man Like Saint - Chapter Nine

Sometimes, you gotta give to get.
Damien sped to his house and felt a wave of lethargy wash over him. For once he wanted sleep. He knew it was almost impossible since he was an insomniac but he wanted to force himself to sleep. He pulled his car up to his small condo and sighed with relief. He got out of his car and picked up most of his belongings from the car. He walked to his house slowly and smiled as saw his cat slink by him. He opened the door and looked around the dark house. He turned on the light and heard small rustling in his living room. He dropped all his stuff in place and pulled out his gun. He walked slowly and looked into the living room. He heard a soft mewl and he immediately turned to the direction of the sound. He looked over at the couch and finally saw a woman’s body draping over it. He placed the gun inside its holster and walked to the woman.

She turned on her back and he noticed it was V. She had still been wearing the same clothing she had been wearing since yesterday and her black hair curtained her face. He heard her softly mumble and he sat at the chair closest to her and watched her intently. She turned her body to face him and he heard her finally say something.

"Hayden, don’t go." She said silently. He looked at her as a tear fell out of her eye and she silently begged over and over again. He stood up and walked to her. He wiped her tear away and kissed her eyelids lightly. Looking over at the clock on the wall, he noticed it had already been 11. V would have to sleepover.

He stood up and walked away from the room. He went into his room and changed his clothing to comfortable sweats. When he finished, he walked back into the living room and noticed that she was staring. She sat up and looked around the room with a sad smile. "Nice to see you awake."

He said as he sat in a chair across from her. She looked at him sadly and he noticed her eyes were red. In a few seconds she started crying. He flinched and watched her surprised. She held her face in her hands and she wept silently. Damien stood and moved to sit next to her. She leaned against him and he hugged her tightly.

"What’s wrong V?" He said in a low tone. He felt her shake in his arms and he tightened his arms around her. She looked up at him and her eyes softened to a light blue. She was so vulnerable at that moment he didn’t know what to do. Most of the women in his life never lasted long. They dashed out on him and he realized they never cared anyway. Now a woman was in his arms, her eyes and actions pleading for his help, and he was clueless in what to do. And she wasn’t just any girl, it was V. He shushed her softly and slowly her sobbing stopped.

He reached down and pushed her hair out of her face and looked at her seeking an answer. "So? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?" He asked as he bent toward her ear. She shook her head timidly and closed her eyes.

She leaned her head against his chest. "It’s nothing." She said in a low whisper. She pulled away from him and wiped her face. Damien frowned and stood up.
"Really? It doesn’t look like nothing." He said accusingly. She looked up at him drastically and shook her head.
"Leave it alone Damien. I can deal with it." She whispered as she looked in a different direction. He bent over and tilted her face to him gently.
"I’m not buying that. So tell me before I really get angry." He said quietly. The hostile sense in his voice sent a shiver through her spine and it was enough to make her want to tell him.
"It’s sort of personal." She whispered.

He sat next to her again and shook his head. "And? Is that supposed to make me get off your case?" He said calmly. She looked at him and shook her head. "Do you really want to know?" She asked with a sigh. He nodded slowly and looked at her with confusion. She sighed and collected her composure. "My fiancé and I were partners in the FBI. We had a mission to do in Brooklyn and it didn’t end up well. The gang we were finding was holding a grudge on my fiancé, since he sent one of their mate to jail and that guy received the death sentence. One day when we went out together, they took him, but he ran away. Later, I found him in an empty street at around midnight, crunched up hugging his knees. He was bleeding everywhere and in a hallucinatory state. He didn’t believe it was me and all of a sudden he walked away from me. As he took a couple of steps, they shot him from their moving car. He died on the spot and left me wishing I was dead with him," she said solemnly.

Damien felt for her. The pain was apparent in her voice and he could only think about how she felt retelling the tale. He knew the feeling. It was him who had gone through the same thing once long ago. He pulled her close and felt her shiver lightly. "Don’t blame yourself for it. It isn’t your fault that he died." Damien whispered.

V nodded but inside she had that burning pain she had held for more than seven years. She stayed in her position and felt his heartbeat in unison with her. She looked up at him and sighed deeply. "Where were you Damien? I thought you would go straight home after being out of town for a while." She asked lightly. He looked down at her and all light from his eyes escaped. She felt a sullen vibe from him and his heartbeat slowed.

"Hospital." He said lowly.
She cocked her head and stared at him curiously. "Why? Are you okay?" She said as she pulled away from him, looking at his body worriedly. She placed a hand on his flat stomach and moved her hand up to check if he had sore places.
"No it wasn’t for me." He said with a small smile.

She looked at him quizzically and Damien took her hand in his. He led it over his heart and squeezed her hand.
"My mom. She’s in a coma." He said as he closed his eyes. He heard her small gasp and his hand tightened over hers. She moved her body again and sat next to him slowly.
"How come you never told me?" She whispered. He looked up at her and her gray eyes dulled with pain. He shook his head and gave her a small smile.
"You never asked." He said as he turned his head away from her.

She sat against the chair timidly and his hand held onto hers tighter. She tried to pull away, but he stopped her by wrapping his arm around her waist. He placed his head on her shoulder.

"Don’t go. Please." He begged lightly. He felt her body become less tense and she melted against him. He closed his eyes and within a minute, he was asleep.


V listened to Damien’s soft snoring. She opened her eyes and they adjusted in the dark room. This man was a mystery. He didn’t explain anything to her. It was that occasional slip when she brought up a certain subject... was the only way she knew things about him. She wanted to know more about him. She heard him quietly mumble words and she turned her head which was at the crook of his neck. She looked up at him and gave a small smile. He looked almost too serene for a man whose life was always on the line. She watched as his full lips parted slightly from his slow snoring. His long lashes fluttered at the top of his cheekbones. She snuggled closer to him and felt him shudder softly. Even though she had promised to keep her love for Hayden even if he was gone, Damien sparked something in her that she never felt with him. He wasn’t a man of many words, but when some came out, they were golden. Some of his words weren’t as golden as others, but still they were words. She felt him stir slowly and she quickly closed her eyes and pretended she was asleep.

He yawned and she felt his arms snake across her body tightly. His head turned and she felt a soft kiss to her forehead. Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweating. A distinct battle went on in her mind whether she should open her eyes or not. He pulled his lips away from her forehead and resumed his position with his head on top of hers. Heat shot through her body and she smiled at the feel of it. She missed that warm, fuzzy feeling when a certain guy incited a daring move on her.

"I won’t leave you. I promise." She heard Damien say sleepily. She felt a sharp awareness run through her and felt her body numb.

Promises were what caused problems in the first place. They were supposed to be those tight seals like on a Ziploc, but they were bendable and sooner or later, breakable. She knew from experience. She heard Damien’s small snores moments later and smiled feebly. For the time being she knew she could trust Damien.
Published: 1/31/2013
Bouquets and Brickbats