Renaissance - Part 4

Damon was still looking at me. I felt a little like a bug under a microscope. "Everything alright?" He asked
concerned.
"Yes, everything is fine."
"I know that your lying."
I looked up at him, puzzled. I was lying but how did he know? Damon barely knew me yet he could already
tell when I was lying. "It's a long story." I sighed and looped the rope around the washer.

"I've got time." He smiled.

A cold chill ran down my spine. Devon. He used that cheesy little line all the time to make me spill my heart out only so he could know all the secrets it held. Memories of the good times I had with Devon flashed trough my mind.
No. I refuse for another make-believer. "Well I don't." It almost hurt to say that. I turned my back on Damon. I could hear Damon messing with the latch. It was like I could feel his disappointment radiating off his body. Tom looked at me with a confused expression. "What!" I mouthed silently. Tom shook his head and turned back to sorting the boxes. I sighed and turned to face Damon but he was already heading down the ramp with the washer.

I growled, fed up with the bouncing of my emotions and relationship advice from an old man. I jumped off the back of the truck and thumped to the ground. My black boots clicked as I walked up the driveway. I was wearing a short black skirt and a thin purple tank top with boots. My special necklace felt cold on my neck as I walked up to the front door of the house. The door was a dark gray and barely stood out. I opened the door and stepped inside, instantly smelling paint and sawdust. I was gonna try to find my room. Mom had said it was upstairs so up the red steps I went.

I passed a few doors and came to the end of the hall. There was a large room on the right. I stepped inside and immediately noticed the large windows overlooking the rows of houses. If only there was a more scenic view. I immediately put a mental note in my head to get some drapes for that window. Then I saw the little personal bathroom and the closet. Finally, my own closet that I don't have to share with two other people.

The floor was black carpet and the walls were a bloody red. Mom had the floor and walls done before we got here so I could move my stuff in immediately. She wasn't happy about the color of the walls and floor but I told her to get over it. I was emo. She knew that well enough. I wasn't having white walls and a wooden floor. It reminded me to much of the last two hell holes. I wanted a fresh start.

I walked swiftly over to the window and looked out. The houses where in one row and each was lit up. I sighed at the depressing city. I was more of a country girl. "Another fresh start. Watch me screw this one up too."
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and was staring straight into Damon's eyes. "You won't screw it up."
"I will. I always find a way to fuck everything up." I sighed and looked at the floor.

He lifted my head up till I met his gaze. "You have never screwed anything up, and you won't now." I just stared into his eyes. Without even feeling it, his hand moved my hair back from my scar. My eyes got wide as he lightly touched the red area, studding it. "Hum." He said. He bent over and kissed the scar. My heart skipped a beat as his cold lips touched my skin. The scar felt tingly. "See you at school tomorrow." He said as he turned and began to walk out the room.

"Wait!" I shouted.
Damon stopped at the doorway and turned and faced me. "Yes?"
"Um...uh..." I stuttered. "When does the bus run?"
"7'o'clock my dear Proserpine." He smiled and walked away.