Chris came to pick Oakley up today. I really didn't want her to go. She's like a little ball of sunshine in a dark winter day well all kids aren't they. It was really a sad good bye to her even she was crying. So I promised her we'll meet soon which I plan to.

As she left, I called Damien to come back home, the person he's avoiding is gone now. A big man avoiding a three year old who can't do much to him. Funny.

I was in my room when I heard a smashing sound from the living room like someone dropped a bottle. Everything was dark, I switched off everything before coming here so I was kind of scared to check it now.

"Is it you, Damien." Just as I said that, opened my door to check. A black shadow I could notice through the moonlight was coming to my direction. I shivered in fear but then familiar scent hit my nostrils.

"Damien?" I switched the light.

His eyes were red and dull, and the there were eyes bags underneath like he hasn't slept at all. His right hand was bleeding while his left hand held a bottle of vodka.

There came another firgure in view. "You asshole, I asked you to wait for me." Said Ethan, looking towards Damien in concern.

"What's happening?" I asked the sober Ethan.

"He's just drunk. I have to leave please take care of him." And just like that he was gone, leaving me with stupid drunk Damien.

"Let's go clean your hands." I strictly said to Damien to which he nodded and followed me like a lost puppy to my toilet.

I put his hands under the tap of cold water and he hissed in pain. Well who asked him to play with a broken bottle.

"You reek of alcohol, you need to take shower now." I told him and he pouted.

As I was about to leave him here to take shower on his own, he stopped me, "help me." I saw him playing with his shirt button, confused while trying to open them up, he really looked lost with buttons without even taking off the coat first. I helped him out of coat as well as shirt. This was the closest I have ever been to him while he was half naked. Thank god I managed not to blush that much while I stared at his chest.

"And the pants." I glared at him and blushed hard. Now I can't help him out of pants though.

"Do it on your own, Damien." He pouted.

Then I left him to take shower on his own. But he was really very drunk, couldn't even take few steps without tripping over. I went out and waited. I heard the sound of things falling in the bathroom and then finally the shower.

"Winnie," He yelled in a childish tone from inside.

"What?" I asked in a loud tone enough for him to hear.

"I am done." And so? I forgot he was drunk.

The next thing I turned my face towards the washroom, I gasped as I saw naked Damien walking out. And by naked I mean full naked. My eyes snapped up and down his body thank god that part was hidden but my eyes widened and I gasped in horror, I saw my shirt clutched over his main part. For the fabric being thick it was all hidden, if it was thin, I'm afraid I would've seen something I wasn't supposed to.

"My shirt!" I exclaimed.

"Would you rather me come naked on you, Smith." He smirked, in a flirty tone and then ordered me to bring him towel and clothes from his room. I brought him a sweatpants and a tshirt, putting it on the bed I left the room for him to change.

"Come on in." As I entered I saw Damien's big frame on my bed covering himself over with my duvet, getting cozy.

"Sorry to break it to you but Damien this is my room."

"I know, it smells like you." I heard a soft whisper, he buried his face over my pillows and sniffed.

Should I go and sleep on his bed as he's sleeping on mine?

"Damien," I decided to wake him up. He can't just sleep here when he has a big bad, bigger than mine in his room. I took his big arms and tried to drag him out of bed but he's too heavy for me to carry.

While I was still trying, he took his hand out of my hold and now grabbed mine as he pulled me towards himself on the bed. He pulled my whole body closer to him, spooning me as he snuggled a lot closer. His hot breath upto my neck making me shiver awfully. I also felt him leaving few kisses there upto my ear.

"Damien," I moaned out his name as I tried to get away from his hold but he wouldn't let me.

Then I turned around to face him but still under his hold. His eyes snapped open, he looked less drunk. For the first time I could see some emotions in his eyes; if I'm not wrong.

"Damien, where were you gone for 3 days?" Just the thought of him being with Melissa angered me. The sudden urge to puke with jealousy aroused in me, I noticed myself getting hyper with not being provided with the answer.

"Were you avoiding Oakley?" I questioned.

In just a second, I noticed his eyes moistened, covered in tears as he blinked them away not letting them fall out. I felt like someone punching my heart at his act.

"Damien," I touched towards his eyes, wiping the tears that he didn't shed yet.

"I am a bad person, Winnie. I'm so bad." He snapped his eyes close, I put my index finger on his lips, making him stop talking.

I don't want him to feel like that towards himself. I thought he was a tough man, well he seemed to from outside. I just learned he is very broken from inside. Damien Knight has some secrets from past life that haunts him and made him the person he is today. I'm also sure he wasn't this arrogant when I met him 4 years ago he was all sweet until well he called me a 'slut.'

"I want her, Winnie. I want to hold her, hug her, tell her I love her." He proceeded and my world stopped.

"She just looks like her. Just like her." His voice was quite and sleepy.

"Why did you leave then?" I hesitated with the question. Who ever is 'her,' I'll save myself a misery of not knowing this person.

"She reminds me of everything, Winnie. My past, the fake friends, betrayal and her."

"Who's her"

"The only family I had." What did he mean by that. I'm more confused but hurt too. What if he's talking about a girl from his past, someone he was in love with or probably is. Even though I'm over him but I don't think I can really take the information and keep sane.

"Winnie, do you hate me?" I can never hate you.

"Hate is a strong word, Damien. You could never hate someone you once claimed to love." I stated. Even though I was only 16 at that time, my innocent little heart really loved this man.

"Is it? But I do hate her. Does that means I never loved her, huh?" Whatever he is saying. I can't take it, it's too emotional.

"Winnie, will you give me a chance?" He's so drunk. He should get some sleep.

"A chance for?" As I asked back, I didn't get a reply. I took it as he was asleep and so did I under his hold.

I don't know why but I really felt like a 'slut' cause just yesterday I was sleeping on the couch of this room with Xander and today I'm on the bed with Damien.

Could my life get more worst.