After Sunset (Chapter 4)

The dream I dreamed that night, didn't really make any sense. It was one of those random dreams about something totally out of this world that you would never think of. It left me in a stir when I woke up, but I soon forgot it after I thought of the day before. I sat up quickly, remembering how Damian was in my house, and even better, in my room. A sudden rush of pain struck me like a ton of bricks. I moaned and held my head, I sat like that for a few minutes. Then, I heard Mom talking loudly downstairs somewhere. I lied back down and sat like that for hours-- or so it seemed. I looked around for my cell phone, and took it from its resting place on my computer desk and checked my messages. I had one from Mindy:

Angie, what the heck happened? You stood me up, Angie! You better call me back as soon as you get this!

I could just imagine what was going through her head last night when I never showed up and didn't even call her. I didn't feel like listening to her scream at me, so I just texted her and made up an excuse to why I didn't show up.
I spent most of my morning lying in my bed groaning at my headache. My mind raced through what Damian said to me, and what actually happened. I only remembered driving to Mindy's house while taking the back road. That was all I remembered after getting off work. So I was driving to Mindy's. It was dark outside. Ah, it was dark outside. I looked the sun beaming through my window. Then, I looked down at my cell phone. A spark of memory hit me. I jumped up quickly and then fell backwards after feeling the sudden rush of pain once more to remind me of my injury. I called her! We were talking on the phone! But what did we say?
"We said... Why was I even driving? I was going to Mindy's house. Yea, but why did she call me?" I flipped my phone open and dialed her number.
"Where have you been? Do you know how worried I've been about you? I almost called the police!" Her yell woke me up even further. I winced.
"I'm sorry, I had to go home for my mom. Now listen, did you call me when I was in my car last night?"
"Yes, remember? Don't you remember? You were on your way to the store to pick up snacks. We were gonna' watch movies, Angie! But you left me!" Store? I was... going to the store? I thought long and hard about what Mindy said, my heart thumped in my chest and my head was pulsing.
"Ah, when did we get off the phone? Did I reach the store?"
"Angie, is something wrong? Why are you asking me this? What happened? Tell me." I really wasn't up to telling her the whole story, I didn't know how she would react, or even if she would believe me.
"I just can't remember right now. Now, can you tell me?" I tried to ask nicely, and avoid any questions.
"Well, all I know is that you were on the back roads driving to Walmart. I was talking to you on the phone, and I heard something loud and you hung up. I tried calling back, but nobody picked up. I was about to call the police and go searching for you or something!" A crash? Then, it hit me.
"Okay, thanks Mindy I'll call you back," I yelled into the phone and hung up. My mind raced. I got off work, I drove down the country road. Mindy called, I talked to her about whatever she was saying and... The creatures! They came down and fell onto the road. Didn't they? Yea, they did. I hung up with Mindy, and threw the phone somewhere. My eyes widened. Those eyes. The glowing, orange eyes. The other creature left somewhere, and the other one did afterwards. I started driving, and boom! My hands started to shake as my memory played the whole scene over and over with parts being added to it as my memory started to pick up on what happened. But Damian said he stopped me. How could he stop my car? I was driving. There was a boom, and I hit my head? But how could he stop my car? He couldn't have stopped it by hand, no way. Did he have his car? Where did he come from to even be able to stop my car? Was he following behind me? No, he wasn't behind me. I checked my mirrors. Damian's appearance in the situation was unknown, as well as how he stopped my car. The creatures... What were they? I think they did look like people. My mind painted a picture of what I was almost sure of what I saw. The two creatures didn't look like animals, the one creature was on its legs and stood up like a person, in a way. It hunched slightly I think. It stood like, another creature I had seen before. My mind flipped through things I had seen in my lifetime that could look like that. It was on the tip of my tongue. I almost had the image. I looked around my room as my mind drove around and skimmed my memory.
My eyes passed my white walls. I scanned all my drawings on my walls. I always drew anything fantasy. I was so fascinated by all the things most people dreamed about. Creatures that didn't exist, but were dangerous.
I stood up and looked at my drawings quickly, the many drawings of demons, vampires, werewolves, and any other creature I made up. I looked at the way the creatures bodies were shaped and how they stood. Then, a great idea popped into my head. I jumped up and walked to my drawer were I kept all of my sketchbooks. I yanked the sketchbooks out quickly and piled them on the floor next to me as quickly as I could. Then, I scattered them--looking at each cover and trying to remember which book contained which drawings. My eyes flickered between all the books as my hands hurriedly pushed each one aside. I was looking for one drawing, one that had popped into my head after thinking about the creature that stood on the road, staring at me. It was a drawing I had drawn not long after I first met Damian. I had forgotten about it until remembering the creature. I didn't even know why I drew it, it was just an image that popped into my head that I decided to draw it. I thought it would be a interesting drawing.
I flipped through the books and found the one with the blue cover. I quickly flipped it open and let the pages whip past my eyes as I scanned them. I came to the page. I gasped softly and held my book open, analyzing the drawing.
It was a drawing of a dark creature that had glowing eyes. I drew it to be a vampire in the dark night staring at whoever looked at it. A rush of anxiety came over me. This is it. It was almost the same image I had seen looking out of my windshield at the thing standing on the road. It was very close. But what does this mean? It was a vampire, so I couldn't relate the drawing to what I saw. Even though they were almost the same, vampires were not real. They can't be the same, though. Vampires aren't real! I wasn't even sure why I drew the picture. It just popped into my head. It can't be just a coincidence.
I thought long and hard. I sat on my bed looking at the drawing for a very long time. I tried to think of anything that could prove if the drawing was or wasn't related to what I saw. It was basically the same image: the dark creature, the glowing eyes, the position of its body, its stance--ready to pounce.
Well, this is strange. But, they can't be related. First, I must find out what or who that thing was that was standing in front of my car. I'm not crazy, I saw it. And the person to ask... is Damian.
I put away all my books, leaving out that one open to the page of my drawing. Then, I heard my mom coming up the stairs. My body froze as I waited for her to stop outside my room. The footsteps stopped. I waited. The door slowly creaked open and Mom's head popped into my room.
"Oh, Angie, you're up!"
"Yea, I just got up a while ago--"
"Angie! What happened to your head," Mom yelled and ran over to me, her eyes wide. I stood up and looked in my mirror. I saw the huge bruise for the first time. I had a huge purple spot with waves of green and ringed with red. My eyes widened and I tried to keep my mom's hand off of it.
"Oh, I hit my head. That's all. No big deal, Mom. It's nothing. It doesn't even hurt," I tried to reassure her, but she was already poking and holding my head up for her to see. "Ow!"
"Sorry, Honey. What did you hit your head on? Do you want Tylenol?" Here we go.
"No, Mom. I'm just fine. It doesn't hurt, I already told you." O brushed her hands away and sat back on my bed.
"Are you sure--"
"Yes, Mom." I rolled my eyes and smiled. Her expression didn't change.
"Where were you last night? You didn't come home until really late." Well, to tell you the truth, Mom, I don't know where I was.
"I was with Mindy. And I'm going there again tonight... after work." I had just remembered I had to work that night. I groaned and rubbed my head gently.
"Okay, I guess that's fine. I need to call her mom, thanks for reminding me," Mom said and left the room. Great, I have to work tonight. I thought sarcastically. What do I do now? I looked around. I wasn't hungry, at all. I didn't want to stay home, it was boring. I wanted to go for a jog or something, anything. My mind was still running, which made my body anxious. I decided to jump on my computer and do anything that would keep me busy.
I looked up anything that had to do with vampires. I wanted to know all the history and look up as many pictures as I could. I had done that many times before, many times, but I did it again. I searched up werewolves also, I was looking for anything that could spark a hint that they could possibly exist. I'm acting crazy. I don't even know why I'm acting like this. But I must.
That day I worked from three in the afternoon to nine. Around noon I forced myself off of the computer. I ate lunch, and got ready for work, again.
Once again, my mom examined me before I left. She poked and held my head up again, but this time showing my dad. He joined in on the poking and holding. I sighed and tried to get through to them that I was fine, though my head was still sore.
"It's a shame you're not off today, Angie. Mom and I are going to a party at the Steven's house," Dad said when I was about to leave. How exciting. I thought sarcastically.
"Ah, sorry, but I must go. Have fun, and tell Susie I said hey," I said and said goodbye to Mom and Dad. Susie was a Steven daughter around my age. She was nice, so I liked to talk to her sometimes.
I felt a little strange driving in my car again. It was a mystery how it even got to my house after Damian "saved me" I guess one could say. Whoa, wait. How would Damian know an evil man was watching me? Okay, he said he would watch me from... my window. But how would he know? I see so many people each day. Wait, Damian was stalking me? My heart raced at my thoughts. How else would he know about this guy, if there even is a guy. Hmm. I got to Chica's and made sure my manager saw I was there.
"Angie," I heard someone yell from across the room and I spun around to look. It was Mindy. "Oh my God! What happened to your head?"
"Oh, I just hit it. It's fine, believe me. It's no big deal. I've had to deal with this all morning from my parents," I said and sighed.
"How did you hit your head?"
"I don't know." I really didn't know for sure. What do I tell her? Should I tell her? What would she think--
"Oh, okay. I don't know how you don't know, but okay. Did you talk to Damian yet?" I couldn't avoid it.
"Well, yes. Last night--"
"Really? What did he say?"
"Well, nothing. Just normal stuff," I said and left. I wasn't going to go into details about what happened the night before. I just pretended I need to wait on some tables.
I tried to avoid talking about Damian just until Mindy's shift was over. That day her shift was until six, while mine was until nine. When six came around, we said our goodbyes and arranged for me to go to her house after my shift was over.
"I'll see you then. You better show up this time," Mindy said while she walked out the door. I waved and nodded.
For the rest of my shift, the tables I waited on all stared at my forehead. Even my manager asked about it had to pull some small talk on him. Gosh, people act like they've never seen a bruise before. Damian better explain everything to me for what he claims he did to me.
I worked my whole shift patiently without looking at the clock. By the time nine came around, the end of my shift, my manager had to tell me I was done. I wasn't even paying attention because the longer I would watch a clock, the slower it would seem to go.
I walked out into the parkinglot of Chica's and made my way to my car. I pulled out my phone, ready to call Mindy and tell her I was on my way. I unlocked my doors and got into the car. All around me was darkness, except for a few streetlights and the lights of the restaurant. It's dark, Damian should be contacting me soon like he said. I thought to myself and squinted. He better. He owes it to me. I sighed and turned on my car, just before I was about to pull out I noticed something white on my dashboard. My heart jumped and almost jumped right up into my throat. I slowly reached my hand out and plucked the paper from the dashboard. I opened it slowly and read it.

I shall meet you at your house.

-Damian

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. He'll meet me? At... my house? My mind raced at the thought of Damian knocking on my door and my parents seeing him. Then, sitting in the livingroom with my dad interrogating him. I hurried up and pulled out of the parkinglot. I was eager to get home and save Damian from my parents, that and see his wonderful face again.
I rushed home, avoiding many accidents on the way. Just stay calm, Angie. Just as I was about to turn onto my road, I remembered how I was suppose to go to Mindy's. I immediately whipped out my phone and called her. By the time she answered, I was pulling into my driveway.
"Hello? Are you coming yet?" Mindy noticed my name on her caller ID.
"Listen, I have something very important to tell you. I won't be at your house for a while yet, Damian is coming over my house," I said and my eardrum almost burst.
"Damian? He's going over? Oh, my gosh. When is he going over," she yelled into my ear. I turned off my car and looked into the house. The only other car in my driveway was my dad's, and everything seemed fine at home. I didn't hear my dad's voice at all.
"I don't know. I'm sitting outside in my driveway. I don't think he is here yet, I don't see any car."
"Oh, my gosh. When is suppose he to get there?"
"I don't know. I guess I just need to wait for him and hope Dad doesn't do anything embarrassing or weird," I whispered into the phone as I looked around my into the darkness. I didn't know why I was whispering, but it was all I could do since I was nervous and anxious.
"Yea, I know. Okay, promise you will call me when he leaves. Promise!"
"Okay, I'll call you. I got to go now. I'll talk to you later," I said and we hung up. I got out of my car and made sure I locked the doors--looking around for anything unusual. No car, no Dad's voice from inside. Where is he? I trotted up the stairs and opened my door slowly. My parents were nowhere in sight.
"Mom," I said into the livingroom. Then, I saw my mom appear in the doorway between the livingroom and kitchen.
"Hey, Angie. How was work?"
"Fine. Anything new here?" I looked around the room. Dad wasn't anywhere in sight, and Mom seemed to be doing the dishes moments before. He wasn't there yet.
"Nope. Just the normal stuff. Your dad went to fix his buddy's car, he broke down," Mom almost seemed to read that I was looking for him. I was almost relieved, but I was still worried about Damian coming over. I responded to Mom and walked up the stairs with my wobbly legs.
When I entered my room, the first thing I noticed was Coco sitting on my bed. I flipped my keys onto my desk and called her. She looked back at me, then back to the dark window. I cocked my head as my heart fluttered in my chest. Is there no end to this? I stomped over to the window. I was sick of that feeling I always had when I looked at it. I unlocked it and swung the window open. The night air filled my room with a wave of energy. My hair blew past my face and tugged at my roots to follow the wind. Coco barked, I just held my position.
The night air filled my lungs and made my chest feel weird. I looked around into the darkness. I only saw streetlights, and an old lady walking her dog. There is nothing here. Nothing. Coco can shut up now, and I can stop being scared of the window. It sounded ridiculous when I thought about it. I sighed at myself and closed the window, thinking about how foolish I was to think Damian really watched me from my window. He wouldn't even be able to sit outside. All there is is a tree that you wouldn't even be able to climb up. The low branches are cut. Not much to help you up. I walked over to pet Coco. But just as I reached for her, she jumped up and started barking loudly at the window once more.
"Coco!" I picked her up and set her outside my door, making sure it was closed tightly so she couldn't get in. She is being--
I looked at the window. The once dark window I had just closed, held a frightening image. The glowing eyes I had seen in my dream, were there. I gasped and jumped back against my door, holding my mouth. The grey eyes were gone within a blink of an eye. I still didn't move. My body was frozen, unable to do anything. My mind... was stopped. Knock. Knock. I heard a soft tapping on my window. My body continued to not move. I didn't know what to do. I forgot how to think, to run, and how to scream. Move, Angie! I gathered enough of myself to think up. I spun around and grabbed the handle of my door.
"Angie, wait!" I heard the velvet voice behind me. I whipped the door open and spun around to look at the creature behind me before I made a run for it. I didn't know who to expect behind me, but when I saw who, I almost collapsed. I stood still, staring at the man standing in the middle of my room. My world was spinning around. Surprises were around every corner.
"Damian! How did you get in here," I yelled and shut the door quickly. He stared at me for a moment, looking at me with his grey eyes. He was dressed in black, once again, and his curly hair was just as shiny. I looked for the evidence the muscles cut into his marble body.
"I came in through the window. I am sorry I frightened you," his angelic voice echoed in my head like a god in a high cathedral.
"How did you get in? I locked it."
"Well, you will find out soon enough. I came here to keep my promise to you. I owe you an explanation to what happened the other day. Can you sit calmly?"
"Yes," I said even though I wasn't sure if I could or not. I just hoped my knees wouldn't give out and me fall on my face. My heart was jumping faster now. It ready to jump out of my mouth and greet the beautiful creature, itself, that made it leap in excitement. But I walked calmly to my bed and sat. Damian sat at my desk and turned the chair so he could face me.
"Alright, that night you got hit on your head--by the way I am very sorry, Angie. I see your bruise now and I feel very badly," he looked at my forehead and I rolled my eyes. Not this again!
"I'm fine, Damian. Please continue, I'm fine." He nodded.
"Well, you know how I stopped your car. Well, I stopped it with my body. I have that strength--"
"What?" No, this is nonsense already! I held up my hands and shook my head. "How?"
"Angie, what I am about to say with come very complicated to your precious human mind. What I am about to say is the truth. I am not human. That is how I was able to stop your car and come up to your window every night to watch over you."
"Then what are you," I asked as my mind raced and my heart fluttered. I couldn't believe anything he was saying. He just stared at me for a few moments, thinking of what to say.
"I am not quite sure if I can tell you that yet. I know you will not respond well, so I will wait. Just hear the rest of my story." I nodded slowly. I might as well.
"The reason why I had to stop your car was because you were speeding away and you were still in danger, I told you this already. And--" Damian stopped. There was a long pause. I watched his actions closely. He was hearing something. I could tell by his face and the way he cocked his head but remained as still as a statue.
"What?"
"Your mother is coming," he said and I listened closely. I heard her walking up the stairs. I jumped up and ran to my door just as she grabbed the handle and opened it.
"Angie, are you on the phone?" Mom peeked her head in as I looked at her through the crack of my partly opened door.
"No, Mom. I'm not," I said and she pushed the door open. I stopped back, awaiting the yelling to escape her mouth. I winced and shut my eyes.
"I heard you talking to someone. I just thought you were on the phone. I was just making sure," she said. I paused a moment, and opened my eyes. Damian was gone, nowhere in sight. My eyes widened as I looked around the room.
"Are you okay, Angie?" I couldn't believe what was happening.
"Yea, I'm fine. I'm gonna' go to sleep, Mom," I tried to say as calmly as I could.
"Okay. Night, Angie," Mom said and kissed me on my head,avoiding my bruise. When she was safely downstairs I jumped up off my bed and looked around my room.
"Sorry, I could not let her see me," I heard behind me. I jumped and gasped.
"Damian! What the heck is going on," I yelled and waved my hands. I put one of my forehead and paced across the floor. "Where did you go?"
"I sat outside. I feel terrible that I am causing you so much discomfort."
"Yea, well, you better tell me now! Explain everything to me right now!" I could feel my thumping pulse in my forehead. I had to sit. I sat on my bed quietly and looked at the floor, where my drawing was. The drawing! I immediately jumped back up and dove on top of my book. I flipped it so Damian could see.
"This is what I saw! I saw this image the night when I hit my head in my car, but this drawing was drawn before that. Who is it, Damian? Who is the creature staring back at me," I yelled and shook the page in front of him. He stared at for a while, his eyes flickered back and forth from my eyes to the picture. "Who... is it? You know. You were there the night I hit my head. You had to have seen this creature since you know so much about what happened!"
"The creature is... me, Angie," Damian said in the softest voice. I cocked my head.
"Pardon? You're lying," I sneered. That was all I could get out.
"It is all truth. Please believe me, Angie. I would never say something like this if it was not true. I would never lie about this. I cannot anyway, it is who I am."
"But what are you exactly?" I was curious. I tried to stay calm and soak everything he said into my head. I was going to worry about if it was true or not later.
"I am a vampire. And there was another man, another vampire after you. That was what I was protecting you from. But when I followed you that night, he got too close and I was going to kill him. But he squirmed away from me before I could get my claws into him," Damian's tone changed when he mentioned that other man. His grey eyes glowed a darker shade and his jaw tightened. I had to say something.
"But vampires are not real. How am I suppose to believe you?" Even though you did appear in my room a few minutes ago.
"You must. You do not have to, but you should. How do you think I left the room so quickly? And that one night you had a nightmare about your window I presume? I saw the whole thing as I watched you sleep. I was sitting right outside of the window."
"You stalked me! What else did you see? Did you watch me change?"
"I respect your privacy, but I had to watch over you. Angie, you do not understand how much danger you are in even right now. At any time Angie, he could bust down your door and kill you. Do you understand?"
"Who is he?"
"His name is... Alexander Cromwell. He is one man you do not want to run into. We have been enemies for hundreds of years. I know the only reason why he wants you is to get back at me for what I did to him," his eyes stared at my wall. They glittered in the light from my ceiling and sparkled wonderfully.
"So, this Alexander is after me? Are you sure?"
"Yes, absolutely. Now, Angie. You must promise me never to talk to anyone you do not know. Especially at night. Try to stay at home as much as possible at night. This is no game. Alexander is around to kill you," Damian sneered through his teeth. He took a step closer to me. His beautiful body inhaled slowly.
"Do you understand, Angie?" My mind was still racing as my eyes flickered around my room.
"Yes." It was too serious for Damian to joke about. I had to believe it. At least, for that point in time.
"I hope so," he sighed and sat in my chair by my desk. I sat back on my bed.
"Are there a lot of other vampires around? Do I know any besides you?"
"There are a few more, not that much. Vampires are suppose to stay in what we call the 'Ascunzătoare', which is Romanian for hideout. It is a, well, city almost. It is hidden deep in the arctic mountains and valleys. No vampires are allowed out of it. They keep us in check so we do not go around any humans and do anything deadly. It had caused many problems many centuries before."
"Then how are you here then?"
"I escaped, just like Alexander. I hated living there. If any vampire is caught outside they are immediately killed on the spot. But that is no worry of mine. I would like to die, I have been alive for so many years, I am sick of it." Damian leaned back against my desk in his chair. I just watched him.
"But, Damian, you are in just as much danger as I am. Why do you stay here for me? You should be out hiding."
"It is a silly reason. I shall tell you another time," his eyes wondered around my room. I watched him closely, analyzing the beautiful way his eyes roamed with his sight swimming from drawing to drawing that hung on my walls.
"Interesting. It is amazing how one child living for not long at all can draw and paint so lovely. I am an artist myself. But I have had many years to practice my skill. You are far more advanced than I have expected when you mentioned to me at the club that you liked to draw.
"I am not a child, but thanks I guess," I smirked and looked at my hands. That night at the club. I remembered what had happened. But my thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my cell. I jumped and looked at it.
"It is Mindy," Damian said calmly. I sighed and picked it up off my desk.
"Hello?"
"Is Damian there yet," I heard Mindy anxiously blurt out. I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Yes, Mindy. I have to call you back--" Damian took the phone from my hand.
"Hello, Mindy. Remember me? It is Damian. I promise Angie can call you back once I leave here, it will not be long," he said in the most hypnotizing voice. I almost snapped into a trance and bowed at his feet, myself.
"Sur-sur thing. I'll see you later Damian." I could hear her stutter in the speaker and almost see her face when she said that (that flirtatious voice followed by a wink of her eye).
"Thank you. Bye-bye," he said and hung up. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Well, I guess I will call her later then."
"My apologies, I do not need her interrupting us right now. I knew if I talked to her she would give in. If it was not me who did it, she would continue to call every ten minutes."
"Oh." That was all I could say. I sat and tried not to stare at him, though he stared at me. Minutes flew by, and my fingers tingled every second.
"Are you scared of me," Damian whispered. I cocked my head and paused a moment.
"Not yet," I said and he laughed. I loved it. My eyes closed lazily and I relaxed my body.
"So that was your mother who came in? Where is your father?"
"Yep, that was her. My dad went to help his friend. I don't know when he will be back," I paused a moment as I watched him as he walked around my room,"how long have you been watching me?"
"Almost a year." I almost choked on his answer.
"Really? Alexander wasn't chasing me that long was he," I had to say his name slowly. I never really used that name a lot before. I had to get that killer's name right.
"No, Alexander started chasing you a few weeks ago. The reason why I started watching you, I do not think I can tell you right now," Damian said and I rolled my eyes. I don't really like secrets, Damian.
"Okay, well, why did you leave that note in my car to find and contact you?" That was a good question. I was curious to why he did that.
"I really wanted to talk to you. I was in a point then to where I was fighting myself to both not contact you and to contact you. Now, I risk both of our lives due to my selfish actions. I am sorry."
"It is okay. It is very overwhelming, but I am actually glad you decided to let me know about you.
"Really? Why--" Damian paused again.
"What is it?"
"Your father is home," he said as he stared into my eyes. I couldn't look away. I watched those eyes, those bright eyes darken until only a shade of their true color remained. My eyes widened, my whole face must have shown my confusion. Damian's eyebrows came together and he sighed. "I must leave now." he got up and walked to my window.
"Why? Don't leave just yet." I got up and walked to him, he turned and looked at me. I realized once again how much taller he was than me.
"I must. I cannot stay in here, it is not helping your safety. Angie, every second I am with you you are in danger. At any moment, I could get too carried away," Damian said, but I didn't quite get him.
"Carried away?"
"Never mind. I have to go. I will be back soon."
"Promise?" I don't know why I was acting the way I was. Damian was a vampire. I had to admit that finding out he was a vampire was heart-fluttering. It was amazing, that piece of information had to be hidden. I knew what would break out if people found out about his secret. I've read it in all the vampire books before. I already knew I had to keep my mouth shut.
"I promise," Damian said and smiled at me with his perfect teeth. I finally so those white teeth. They looked as beautiful as the ivory piano keys so many were able to play in such an extraordinary manner. His teeth glittered in the glowing his face seemed to give off. It was amazing to look at him, truly. I stared into his eyes that were now back to light-grey.
"Goodbye, Angie," Damian said and I smiled. He opened the window and slid his body out carefully. Then, he leaped down onto the ground. I watched him until he disappeared into the darkness, then, I locked the window.
Okay, now what? I looked around my room. I could smell Damian's wonderful aroma. My heart was still pounding as I walked downstairs to get something to eat.
"Angie, I thought you were going to sleep," Mom said when I entered the kitchen. My dad was sitting at the table eating a sandwich and talking about some car.
"I'm just hungry," I said as I fixed myself a sandwich and sat by my dad.
"So, how was your day, Angie? How's your head? It looks terrible," Dad said as I sat down. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Not again!
"My day was fine, work was fine, and I know, Dad." I was not willing to explain anything to him about my head. All I could tell people was that I hit it off something, that was all they would get out of me as to what happened. Dad just apologized and continued talking about a car as my mom listened like she actually cared.
When I was finished, I walked back into my room. I was hoping Damian would be standing in my room waiting for me, but he wasn't. Just after that I remembered I had to call Mindy. Joy. I thought sarcastically.
Our whole conversation on the phone was about Damian. She asked what, why, and how at least two-hundred times each. I didn't get too far into details. I didn't tell her anything we talked about, just that we talked. She of course, screamed her head off like the drama queen she was. She was my best friend though, I got use to her doing that a long time ago. I had to tell her I wasn't going over her house. She wasn't too happy about that. Damian didn't want me leaving the house too much, and plus, I was too tired anyway to go over there an explain one-hundred more times what happened when Damian came over. Gee, I wonder how crazy next week will be. I thought just before I went to sleep, or, attempted to.