Meowscharm
Wellknown Ace
WoooOoh!! Yayy imma read entire story todayy (=^ェ^=)
AFTER DARK
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Meowscharm
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Couldn't find next part(ToT)
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Meowscharm
Wellknown Ace
Hehe okieee( ≧∀≦)ノ
PART 3 — Don't Make Me Hate You
"Tell me what happened to my brother."
Damon looked away.
I laughed bitterly. "Unbelievable. You can insult me, boss me around, and interrogate my love life, but the second I ask you a question—"
"Your brother was my best friend."
I went silent.
"What?"
Damon rubbed a hand over his face.
"Three years ago. Before you moved away. We were inseparable."
"My brother never mentioned you."
"Because he didn't want you anywhere near me."
The words stung for reasons I didn't understand.
"Why?"
He looked at me.
"Because I was the reason he got hurt."
My stomach twisted.
"Did you hurt him?"
"No."
"Then what are you hiding?"
His silence made me angrier than any answer could have.
I stepped closer.
"You don't get to decide what I can handle, Damon."
"And you don't understand what you're asking me to tell you."
"Then explain it!"
He looked at me for a long moment.
Then he said, "Your brother made me promise something before he left."
"What?"
"That I'd never let you fall in love with me."
My heart stumbled.
I actually laughed.
It was ridiculous. Completely absurd.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Believe me, princess. I'm trying very hard not to."
"Good. Keep trying."
I turned toward the stairs.
"One more thing, Iris."
I stopped but didn't look back.
"Your brother didn't leave because he wanted to."
My fingers curled around the railing.
"What does that mean?"
"It means someone made sure he couldn't come home."
I turned around.
But Damon was already walking away.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
At 12:16 a.m., I went downstairs for water and found Damon sitting alone in the dark living room.
His knuckles were bruised.
There was a small cut near his eyebrow.
"What happened to you?"
He glanced up. "Nothing."
"Right. And I'm secretly the queen of England."
He almost smiled.
Almost.
I grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet and sat beside him.
"Hold still."
"I don't need—"
"Finish that sentence and I'll make it worse."
He went quiet.
For once.
I cleaned the cut above his eyebrow. He watched me the entire time.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I'm aware."
I rolled my eyes, but my hand hesitated near his face.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
"Iris," he murmured.
"Don't."
"I haven't said anything."
"Your face has."
That earned me a genuine laugh.
And for a few seconds, the boy sitting beside me wasn't arrogant or frightening or impossible to understand.
He was just a boy who looked terribly tired.
Then his phone lit up.
A message appeared on the screen.
UNKNOWN: You promised you'd stay away from her. Last warning.
I read it before he could turn the phone over.
Slowly, I looked at him.
"Damon?"
His expression hardened.
"Go to bed."
I stood.
"Who keeps threatening you?"
He didn't answer.
I took a step toward the stairs.
Then I heard him speak behind me.
"Iris?"
I turned.
He looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before.
"If I tell you the truth about your brother, you'll never look at me the same way again."
I swallowed.
"Maybe I should know what I'm forgiving you for."
His eyes held mine.
"That's the problem," he whispered. "I don't think you should forgive me."
End of Part 3.
"Tell me what happened to my brother."
Damon looked away.
I laughed bitterly. "Unbelievable. You can insult me, boss me around, and interrogate my love life, but the second I ask you a question—"
"Your brother was my best friend."
I went silent.
"What?"
Damon rubbed a hand over his face.
"Three years ago. Before you moved away. We were inseparable."
"My brother never mentioned you."
"Because he didn't want you anywhere near me."
The words stung for reasons I didn't understand.
"Why?"
He looked at me.
"Because I was the reason he got hurt."
My stomach twisted.
"Did you hurt him?"
"No."
"Then what are you hiding?"
His silence made me angrier than any answer could have.
I stepped closer.
"You don't get to decide what I can handle, Damon."
"And you don't understand what you're asking me to tell you."
"Then explain it!"
He looked at me for a long moment.
Then he said, "Your brother made me promise something before he left."
"What?"
"That I'd never let you fall in love with me."
My heart stumbled.
I actually laughed.
It was ridiculous. Completely absurd.
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Believe me, princess. I'm trying very hard not to."
"Good. Keep trying."
I turned toward the stairs.
"One more thing, Iris."
I stopped but didn't look back.
"Your brother didn't leave because he wanted to."
My fingers curled around the railing.
"What does that mean?"
"It means someone made sure he couldn't come home."
I turned around.
But Damon was already walking away.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
At 12:16 a.m., I went downstairs for water and found Damon sitting alone in the dark living room.
His knuckles were bruised.
There was a small cut near his eyebrow.
"What happened to you?"
He glanced up. "Nothing."
"Right. And I'm secretly the queen of England."
He almost smiled.
Almost.
I grabbed the first-aid kit from the cabinet and sat beside him.
"Hold still."
"I don't need—"
"Finish that sentence and I'll make it worse."
He went quiet.
For once.
I cleaned the cut above his eyebrow. He watched me the entire time.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing."
"You're staring."
"I'm aware."
I rolled my eyes, but my hand hesitated near his face.
He noticed.
Of course he did.
"Iris," he murmured.
"Don't."
"I haven't said anything."
"Your face has."
That earned me a genuine laugh.
And for a few seconds, the boy sitting beside me wasn't arrogant or frightening or impossible to understand.
He was just a boy who looked terribly tired.
Then his phone lit up.
A message appeared on the screen.
UNKNOWN: You promised you'd stay away from her. Last warning.
I read it before he could turn the phone over.
Slowly, I looked at him.
"Damon?"
His expression hardened.
"Go to bed."
I stood.
"Who keeps threatening you?"
He didn't answer.
I took a step toward the stairs.
Then I heard him speak behind me.
"Iris?"
I turned.
He looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before.
"If I tell you the truth about your brother, you'll never look at me the same way again."
I swallowed.
"Maybe I should know what I'm forgiving you for."
His eyes held mine.
"That's the problem," he whispered. "I don't think you should forgive me."
End of Part 3.
Meowscharm
Wellknown Ace
Againnnnnn ...thats not fair...uh almost kept me on hook and said its the end of the part
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And uhk the plot at start..where he goes like uh shouldn't fall for me! Thaaaaats oh my gaawdd!! Uhkk its kinda of the book I read twisted love exactlyy samee!!
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Anddd anddd
Ill not forgive uh until uh end the story
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bleehhh i willll end it sooonnn thennn u wanttt it??
Meowscharm
Wellknown Ace
Hellllllll yeeeeehhhhhh!!!