The pain and hurt I saw in her eyes were unbearable. Who could've ever had the audacity to even lay a fucking on Rhea...... my Rhea. When I walked through the door and saw her swollen cheek and her bleeding arm I felt like burning the whole world down. I wanted to force her and get the person's name out of her mouth. But I fought every urge to because I know right now I had to be with her then go after that sick fucker. When I heard her own mother did that, I was taken back by surprise but whoever the fuck it was, giving my Lia that much pain does not deserve to live in peace. So, here I am at her porch kicking the door to open.

"What the hell?" a man opened the door.

"Who are you?" It's not that I care but I wanted to know.

"John. And, if you are looking for Rhea she's not home"

"I'm here for Ella so get the fuck out of my way" I pushed past his shoulder and walked in. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's most probably Ella's cock sucker.

"Damien, what are you doing here?" Oh, good she's sober and she remembers me.

"What kind of world were you in to do that to Rhea?" I asked walking towards her.

"she's my daughter I can do whatever I want to do to her". A humourless laugh escaped my mouth. Fucking bitch have some mouth.

"No, you fucking can not! you will know that when a child protection officer come after you"

"You will not! and she deserved it" she said with gritted teeth.

"No, she did not! Just because your son shot himself and your daughter died of a car crash. It is not Rhea's fault and any good parent would get that through their thick fucking skull. And, don't you dare pin this on her. You failed as a parent. You have no fucking idea what she's putting herself through" I yelled bringing my finger up to her face. There was fear and shock in her eyes. And, I hate that she looks exactly like Rhea and I hate that she loves her fuck up of a mother so much, if not I wouldn't think twice of giving the exact same physical pain she gave to her daughter.

"Listen, boy, you have no right to co- " the dude grabbed my hand and I lost my shit. I punched him in the face and tackled him to the ground. He threw a few punches to my face and my lower abdomen but I didn't let him get through. I punched his face none stop until he was black and blue, blood dripping out of his mouth and nose. I ignored Ella's screams and never stopped punching the fucker. If I can't hurt Ella I will hurt her lover. He stopped fighting back and for a moment I thought he was actually dead but I got up from him when I heard whimpers. Ella dropped to the floor next to his body, tears filled in her eyes and no I don't regret it one bit.

"If you dare lay another hand on her, I wouldn't hesitate to break the rest of his remaining bones," I said pulling the back of her hair to look at my venomous eyes. I felt fucking satisfied when I saw the exact pain and fear in her like in Lia's eyes. I pushed her head down and walked out. I felt blood dripping from the corner of my lip and my knuckles bruised but fuck it was worth it.

I drove back home thinking about how I am going to tell Lia about what happened. She will probably go mad but then I remembered that I will have to tell her about the polaroid. If I tell the truth about it everything will unfold and if I lie... I don't know how she will take it and I don't know what lies to tell. But, Rhea deserves to know the truth. She deserves to know the story about my angel.

I walked out of the car and I saw her sitting down on the porch. She was wearing one of my hoodies and basketball shorts. What a fucking sight. I would want to see this every single day of my life.

"What did you do Damien?" she asked walking towards me. Her face was filled with worry.

"C'mon I'm taking you somewhere," I tell taking her hand in mine.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as I opened the passenger seat door.

"Somewhere special"

"Damien, you have bloody knuckles and I am concerned about my mother but most of all I don't want to go anywhere," she said as I started the car.

"I am fine, your mother maybe but her boy toy isn't and you have no choice 'cause you are already in my car," I said with a smile and drove away.

"What did you do to John?"

"Oh, do you care about him?". she looked away from me and I could sense that she was mad.

"Sometimes I forget what an ass you are" she muttered. Yes, definitely mad but she got no choice because I'm still recovering from my temper tantrum.

"You didn't answer me?"

"The fuck would I care about him"

"tu es si chaud quand tu es en colère" I muttered almost to myself. (translation: you are so hot when you're angry)

"et tu es mignon quand tu es jaloux" she said with a smile and that caught me off guard. (translation: and you are cute when you're jealous)

"Comment tu connais le français, bordel?" I ask. (translation: How the fuck do you know french?)

"I learnt it and I read a lot of French and Spanish poems," she said. And, I thought this girl can not get any perfect. The way her mouth says those french words fucking hot.

"Alright, enlighten me"

"Only if you tell me what happened with my mother". Smart girl.

"I couldn't hit your mother so her boy toy volunteered instead and I... you know the rest"

"Why did you do it?"

"That's why I'm taking you somewhere"

"You need to tell me about the polaroid"

"That too," I tell and parked my car.

"Okay what are we doing here?" she asked.

"It's an abandoned carnival. It was burnt down a few years back and the Ferris wheel was the only thing which was not on fire" I tell as we walk towards it.

"Should I be scared?" she asked and I look at her. Seeing her in my clothes with messy hair is the most cutest thing ever. When you tell anyone about 'Rhea' her being cute would be the last thing on the list but for me, as cringy as it sounds the girl in front of my eyes is the most beautiful and heartwarming person I ever laid eyes on.

"Take a picture it will last longer," she said and I remembered the first day I saw her, she said the exact same words when I was out of this world captive by her beauty.

"Haha," I tell humourlessly. We walked near the Ferris wheel and I come here almost every time my IED gets the best of me. Throughout the years I have known to distance myself whenever I feel like blacking out.

"Do you think you can walk up this ladder?"

"Of course it's not working but yeah I think I can"

"Okay, I'll be right behind you," I tell her reassuringly.

"Damien, I might be a bit hurt but I'm not five"

"Alright, then be the stubborn bitch you are and climb". Calm your shit down Damien. She climbs up without my help may I add and I sit in front of her on the highest pod.

"The town is beautiful from up here". Her eyes were roaming around and the breeze hits her face messing up all her black hair with the tint of red highlights and unknowingly I found myself smiling at her beauty.

"You have to stop staring at me"

"You have to stop being so beautiful" she looks away trying to hide her smile. "Gives you déjà vu huh?"

"Yes," she tells still trying to hold back her smile. God, I missed that smile. The smile that got me out of the gates of hell. Fuck, I am so in love with this girl.

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"So, what do you want to hear first?"

"Definitely the polaroid"

"Hmm okay. I clearly don't know how to go on about this but... my life is not perfect as it seems to be. As long as I remember it never has. When I was ten years I found out I had IED - which is intermittent explosive disorder. It means that I fly to a fit of rage for no specific reason and top it all off I do have anger issues... uncontrollable anger issues"

"How bad was it?" she asked.

"So bad that I even hurt my own mother. For years it was killing me. I couldn't stand a single therapist nor pills. We moved to town because my mother had to break up with her boyfriend. A boyfriend who was drunk every day and night. He treated my mother shitty so I wrecked the fuckers car... pretty bad and I was just thirteen. I had no hope for life, it was a fucking hell hole for all I remember. I couldn't stand to see my mother in pain, so the last thing I wanted to do for her as a son was to go to that dinner at your house, until..."

"Until what Damien?"

"Lia, I know you think that your life on this earth is nothing but tragedy, I know you think that you don't deserve to live and I know that you are scared that you will hurt the people you love" I leaned forward and cupped her face in my hands. "But, what you don't know is what a fucking blessing you are to me. Because, that night I went home with the hope of waking up another day. You blessed me with your smile Lia and your eyes lit the lights in my life. You, Rhea Amelia Sangster saved me. As cheesy as it sounds you are the angel sent to my salvation. And I couldn't than- ". she got into my lap stradling me and connected our lips. I pulled away as if I was dreaming but I saw her smile and I smashed my lips on hers, pulling her closer to me. Our lips moved along, both of us fighting for domination. I bite her lip softly as a small gasp escaped her mouth and I take that chance to slide my tongue into hers. She runs her soft fingers through my hair and gripping at the end. A moan escaped to our kiss. I think this is what heaven feels like; having her soft, delicate lips on mine managed to blur out the whole world. It felt like...us. Just me and her. Rhea and Damien. So, yes it is heaven, having the love of my life in my arms. Afterall, my angel took me to heaven too then.

We pull away, out of breath. She leaned her forehead against mine and her thumb touched my lips. I planted a small kiss which bought a smile to her face. If I had to do one thing for the rest of my life, it would be making the girl right in front of me, smile. And, trust me that smile is to die for.

She got off and sat sideways on my lap. I brushed my fingers up and down her bare thigh. She leaned her head on my chest and I gave a little kiss on her forehead. I wont think I can ever get my lips off of her.

"You tasted like blood" she said after staying in silence for some time, simply feeling and enjoying each others presence.

"Ha. Was it disgusting?" I say keeping my chin on her head.

"No. It turned me on". She looked at me and I let out a small laugh.

"still bold arent you" I tell and she snuggled in my arms.

"You still owe me a poem Rhe"

"Hmm. Spanish poems I know are really long so I'll tell an English one translated to Spanish"

"What ever comes out of your mouth"

"Ella nunca había sentido un amor tan fuerte

que anidaba en su pecho

hasta que conoció al que le mostró

ella se merecía lo mejor.

La sostendría firmemente en sus brazos

Y pasa sus dedos por su cabello

Él nunca falló en hacerle ver

Que a el siempre le importaría"

(Translation: She'd never felt a love so strong

That nestled in her chest

until she met the one who showed her

She deserved the best

He'd hold her firmly in his arms

And run his fingers through her hair

He never failed to make her see

That he would always care.

- h.d

This is not my poem therefore, all credits goes to the poet)

A/N - AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. THE FIRST KISS!!! I CAN SLEEP IN PEACE NOW.

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