Deeper the scars are, easier it is to open them up because they are closer to your heart

-Rain

I took that bouquet of roses from him as tear glistened in my eyes. It all was beyond beautiful and the sincerity that shinned in his eyes made it even more beautiful.

I felt Damien come near me as he wiped away a traitor tear that has slipped down my cold cheek. He passed me a gentle smile.

"Don't cry my love. I have planned to make it your best birthday till day. A lot more is there to happen still.", he said.

What more was to happen?

Damien wordlessly pulled out a chair for me indicating me to sit on in. I muttered a small thank you as I sat on in. His chivalry made him look utterly sweet. He pulled out a chair for himself and sat opposite to me.

The table had a smoken turkey with bacon butter. I thought turkey was made on thanks giving dinner. But I didn't mind it one bit. Side with a salad that most probably looked like a russian one.

"If you keep looking at it then the turkey would shy away. Devour it angel.", Damien urged.

"Umm, can you cut it into pieces for me. I am no good at it.", I said referring to the turkey.

Damien nodded as he cut the turkey and put a generous share on my plate with a good amount of russian salad.

God how will I eat this much?

I took a bite of the turkey. It was soft and the taste of bacon prominent. I moaned at it's taste. Sorry nana but she couldn't make this nice of a turkey. Next I put the salad in my mouth. The contrast made it so much more appealing.

"Water or wine?", Damien asked.

"Water please.", I said

I looked up from my plate at Damien whose plate was untouched as he looked at me with a heavy glaze. Did I do something wrong? I looked around him questionably but he shook his head and with a smile started eating. As I found he was also eating I again continued eating the turkey.

After a while my stomach was full and luckily the plate was empty too. If Damien should have found I have left something on the plate then he should have thrown a fit.

I wiped my mouth with the napkin provided to protect at least the last bits of ladyship left in me because I ate like a savage. It has been a while since I have finished my food. So it felt refreshingly good.

"Damien can you tell me who cooked the meal so that I can thank him or her personally. The meal was delicious.", I asked Damien.

"Well that cook ain't easy to please. He likes a kiss if not a peck by a beautiful woman as his reward.", Damien said with mirth shinning in his eyes.

Wait that means.....

"You cooked the meal?", I asked Damien and he nodded his head.

"But when? You weren't at home.", I asked frankly shocked that this man could be such a nice no cut that such a great chef.

"I just don't have one house darling.", Damien stated and I felt like a fool. He is a billionaire Rain. I simply nodded my hand.

"Come now. It is time for dessert.", Damien stated. I nodded my head. I have learned a thing in life from my dad is that never like never ever say no to desserts.

Damien took my hand as we started walking a bit away from where we were sitting. The wind was chilly and I was grateful that I decided to wear a cardigan.

Soon I heard a crackling sound and flames of fire were visible to me. We were standing in front of a bonfire. A wooden log was kept in the shape of a loveseat. Over it four wooden sticks were kept covered with marshmallows. How could I not see it before?

Damien picked up the marshmallows as he passed two sticks to me. I sat on the wooden log as I put the marshmallows in flame. His actions has touched my heart deeply. He remembered everything I told him.

Once the marshmallows were hot and slightly brown I took them out of the flame and ate them. I looked ahead of me to see the beautiful reflection of the moon in the sea water. The stars were twinkling and dad and mom were also shinning brightly.

"I was eleven years old when papa met with a car accident. It all happened in front of me. He didn't even give us time to him to the hospital. He was such a good man that he didn't want to cause any trouble to his wife and daughter. He did on spot but not before telling me that he dearly loved me.", I said. My voice hollow. I have cried so many times thinking about it that now I didn't have tears to shed on this thought.

I turned in Damien's direction to see him looking at me. I thought I would see the same pity and sympathy in his eyes as I have seen in other people but no he just passed me a small genuine smile.

"I won't say I am sorry because if I say that I will belittle him. You said he didn't want to cause your mother and you any further pains thus he died on spot. This shows how much he cared for you so there is no need for a sorry. Because I already know he must be in a good rather better place watching you and would be happy.", Damien said.

My mind was blank at that moment I was just thinking from my heart.

"So it's a no sorry.", I stated.

"Yeah no sorry because there is nothing to be sorry about. I don't believe in the concept of hell and heaven. Because I believe these are both created on this cruel place itself. What I know is that there is an after life where there is nothing but peace.", Damien said.

"Do you want to know what Darius said to me?", I asked. My voice lethally calm. But the storm was brewing inside of me.

"I will say one thing angel. Life is all about making right decisions at wrong times. No decision is wrong just the time we take it makes it wrong or right. I won't neither judge for what you say to me nor will I show sympathy because I know it would be the last thing you want.", Damien said.

I couldn't help the faint smile that tugged on my lips. He understands me so well.

I went back to looking at the sky asking from my parents some courage.

"My mom was always there for me. Supporting and encouraging me. But I could feel the hollow in her heart. It was me who encouraged her to start dating again for her sake otherwise she should have gone in depression while preventing me from going into it."

I took a pause as I completely changed my sitting position. Now I was directly facing Damien. I looked directly in his grey orbs.

"Then he came on my twelve birthday, Marcus. Mom introduced him as her boyfriend. He was kind and sweet. He couldn't take my father's place but for the sake of my mother I accepted him. Six months later she married him.", I stated.

I looked at Damien. His eyes encouraging me to continue. I nodded my head.

"I was fourteen when my mother was diagnosed with tumor in her brain. So deep that it couldn't be treated. She died the next year. I felt I lost everything. I was started to be picked up at school because people called me a curse. Just for the reason both my parents coincidentally died on the next day of my birthday."

I couldn't stop my tears now. It had been too long I have shared this with anyone.

I didn't look up at him. I don't know why but I just couldn't.

I felt a warm finger slipping down my chin as Damien lifted my face. He didn't try to wipe my tears. He wanted me to let them freely flow.

"I said it already angel I won't judge you.", Damien whispered.

I mustered all my strength as I continued.

"But the worst was Marcus mental torture."

I was coming back from school. My feet were aching. I was never physically strong. If it should have been for my papa then he should have never let me walk.

Papa

I wanted to shout out to him but I know it was useless. He won't come. Not today, not tomorrow rather never because he was gone.

"Hey freak."

I flinched as soon as I heard the word freak. Deep in my heart I knew I wasn't the reason for losing my parents but these nincompoops were breaking my so called already pathetic confidence. Making me believe maybe it was all my fault.

"Don't talk to her Ron who knows if her curse fall upon you and the next day upon her birthday you aren't there."

I heard a girl's voice talking fearfully to Ron. I pulled my hoodie further making sure my face and tears were hidden. I could feel kids looking and pointing at me. Why couldn't they just shut up.

"Agio don't you ever talk to that girl. Marcus was telling me how ill mannered and vulgar she is. Her poor father couldn't take it any longer. Thus he came in front of the car."

Lies, all lies. Marcus was giving everyone a reason to hate me even more.

I couldn't take it any longer. I started running.

After a moment my feet gave up and I fell on the road with a thud but no one came to help me.

I was too weak to even call for help.

The lar thought in my mind was god even take me with you. Soon darkness over took me. Soothing my pain.

"Rain!"

I heard Damien's voice. I was reliving those moments.

"If you don't want to tell me then it is fine. I understand.", Damien said softly but I shook my head. I took a deep breath and continued.

"It never went physical but his words brutally cut through me. His friends something took it to the next level by slapping or punching me but luckily it wasn't ever sexual. I was so scared to tell it to someone. But after two years I finally mustered the courage and told it to nana and nanu. He was sent to the prison for eleven years. He is still there. But the scars were so deep that I had to be go for therapies for six months. It was the darkest phase of my life.", I ended.

I looked up at him. He was quite for a moment.

"Do you ever feel like killing him?", Damien asked me in a baritone.

I was taken aback by his question.

"Pardon?", I asked.

"He has caused you so much pain. Don't you feel like killing him?", Damien asked.

I passed Damien a smile.

"You only said our deeds create heaven and hell on Earth. His hell is created. He is in the prison. He never hurt me physically then why should I. An eye for eye makes the world blind. I am satisfied with the punishment he got.", I said.

"You know you are the strongest woman I have met.", Damien stated.

I laughed. A choked laugh as a few tears slipped down my cheeks reciting my story of pain. This time Damien brushed them off.

"Now your gift.", Damien stated.

I shook my head.

"Wasnt this gift enough. I want nothing more.", I said.

"It isn't expensive just sentimental. Pass me your palm.", Damien stated as I hesitantly passed him my palm.

He placed something cold on it. I looked down to see it was a heart shaped pendant. It looked familiar. I touched and felt it.

"Open it.", Damien encouraged.

I nodded my head and opened it. A gasp left my mouth as I looked at it. Momma and papa's photo were there in it. I recognised them. This is the same pendant that I gave to that boy.

"You...."

"Yes I am the same boy you gave this pendant to. Or I should rather said you gave courage to.", Damien stated.

I pressed that pendant close to my heart.

"You kept it safely?", I asked astonished.

"I felt a connection with it so yeah.", Damien said shrugging his shoulder.

"Open it from the other side.", Damien said. I looked at him confused.

Damien chuckled at expression.

He asked me to turn it around and open it again. I did as he said. Two more photos were there one of Amber and in the other one nana, nanu and Sam were there. My whole family was there in my pendant.

A sob left my mouth.

"It i-is t-he best g-gift I hav-e got.", I sobbed.

"May I", Damien asked and I nodded my head. He took the pendant from my hand and put it around my neck.

"Thank you for everything.", I said earnestly.

Damien shook his head.

"It is me who should thank you for bringing Amy in my life and sharing your past with me.", he said.

I smiled fondly at him.

"One more thing. Will you hate me if I kiss you right know because you know I won't feel sorry.", Damien asked.

"I won't hate you Damien Black if you kiss me right now.", I said and before I could have been given a second to breathe, Damien smashed his lips on to mine. His kiss was rough and dominating yet passionate. I felt myself melting in it. I clutched his jacked as he hoisted me up by my hip and placed me on his lap continuing to kiss me.

When I thought my lungs would burst he pulled back and nuzzled his nose on to my left cheek. I felt exhausted. The emotional strain and now this.

A yawn let my mouth I placed my head on the Damien's chest as my eyes started closing.

"Tomorrow we will visit your parents.", Damien stated and I nodded my head. Too tired to talk.

"When will you tell me about yourself?", I asked.

"Sleep my sweet.", Damien stated ignoring my question but I didn't want to push him.

"I will tell you when I will be sure you won't run away from this beast."

This was the last thing I heard before darkness consumed me.