Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (jenna bush book club .TXT) 📖

C H A P T E R 56

 

Mature Content Ahead-

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DELILAH

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4th March 2018

Location: Bathroom floor

 

I never thought I will lose her. I never imagined I will be back to my darkness again, to that same abyss of nothingness, void and empty.

 

She had been my everything. My little Emma. My lifeline. And yet I lost her. I can’t cry more, neither Damien nor Mom can pacify me of the fact, that the fault was mine and mine alone. How more stupid could I have been? To have brought her to boating with me. I'm a mother

I was a mother, who is responsible for her child's demise.

 

I could still hear her loud laughs, those giggles, and calling me mama everywhere in the house. How could I live again, hearing her everywhere yet not having her near, knowing I was the murderer of her and still living?

 

I can’t anymore.

 

I can’t.

 

This will probably be the last entry of mine in this diary, because I may not live anymore to write. But, I hope, Damien knows that it wasn’t guilt that killed me, it was the mother inside me, the murderer which didn’t want this killer to live anymore.

 

I love you Emma, Damien, Mom, and Dad even though I don’t deserve your love back.

 

Yours,

Zelena

 

I couldn’t stop the tears rolling down my cheeks and the loud beating of my heart with the anxiety I was feeling. Did she kill herself?

 

I turned the pages, looking for any more entry, shuffling through the empty pages but nothing. They were all void, as white as snow. I wanted to ask Damien what happened after this, but I couldn’t. Not when the guilt was eating me up from inside.

 

This was someone's private diary, and despite it being in the private sector of his library, being the nosy self, dig it out and read it, without even asking. I took some personal part of him without even asking, and that’s making me feel bad. Worse.

 

Taking in a deep breath, I closed the diary and placed it inside the second drawer. I would just confess to him myself about reading that and then apologize to him.

 

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(A/N – If possible, read the next part with the song on, it gives the vibes more. ( BUTTERFLY by Ali Gatie and MAX))

 

DAMIEN

 

By the time I reached home, it was just before dinner. After the Louis Enterprise deterioration, the Board has taken the matter into their hands, and more likely would make it a company to their willingness. And with all the projects once decided on doing in partners were suffering with a single hand and to be honest, it's hectic. Despite that, I was more than happy with the Board's decision.

 

 

I latched the extra keys into the door and what I found in there, to be honest, I didn’t expect that. There was music running in the background, Butterfly By Ali Gatie and Max. That’s the song she has been humming for so long, whenever I found her in the kitchen or the shower.

 

She spun around walking out of the kitchen with a wooden stirring spoon. Her hair was up in a high bun, exposing her long, smooth neck which I wanted nothing but to run my tongue on. Few tendrils of her honey-brown hair loosened from the bun, and sprawled on her face, gliding in the air with every step she did in her happy dance.

 

I couldn’t help the smile pulling up on my lips, as I leaned against the wall, hands resting over my chest. She did a little twirl, vibing with the song. Her soft-looking full lips synched the lyrics, and I didn’t know how deep I could fall for her.

 

The little red dress she was wearing was doing wonders to my dick already. My eyes couldn’t leave her beautiful exposed flesh and the lacy work around the end of her dress. Why did she have to wear that damn thing? She was looking too sexy for her good. I knew the attention-seeking dick in my pants, was hard as a rock but I knew the only way ever out of this was my bathroom. She wasn’t ready yet and I wouldn’t do anything she might feel uncomfortable in.

 

There was a happy glee on her face, eyes brightened, and suddenly I could already feel the joyous vibes inside the room too. My heart beating against my ribcage, like all the times I was near her. She had that effect on me and she didn’t even know.

 

The innocence, the beauty, and the optimism radiating out of her were all I had been missing all my life, was all I was deprived of and was all I needed. She was all I ever wanted.

 

It’s so surprising for me to think that I didn’t want to change even a single thing in her, or ever want to think if she was that and that… but she was just so perfect, that I didn’t have the mind to ever do anything like that.

 

She was more than enough.

 

As if a switch was closed, she spun around and dashed into the kitchen and I saw her putting off the stove, and beginning to mix something in the huge bowl on the table. I smirked tiptoeing into the kitchen, and before she knew I was wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck.

 

She smelled so good, so sweet like the apple pies, and damn, I almost groaned out. She jumped a little in my arms, a small squeal escaping her lips before I spun her around and sealed our lips to each other. And it felt like all the tension of the day leaving my body.

 

She was the peace, solace, and comfort, I didn’t know how long I have been wanting. She was that sole star in the dark sky, who was your sole focus even in the sea of billions because she was that unique and that bright. So connective and so peaceful.

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