Damned - By Brittany Booker Page 0,4

emotion showing. “I no longer need your attendance. You’re making me ill. I want nothing more than for you to leave.”

Hell no! “You’re making me leave my own tree-house?”

“Yes, now leave, child, while I still have my patience.”

I clenched my fists and my eyes meet his sharply. “You’re an ass! I was going to help you with your wound but I’m not now.”

He laughed without humor. “I don’t need your help. I can tend to my injury alone. Would you like me to escort you out? Or will you leave voluntarily?”

“Why don’t you just leave?” I yelled.

He cocked an eyebrow. “I have nowhere else to go. Now, are you going to leave?”

I stomped my foot, twisted around on my heel, and fled.

I mumbled to myself all the way down and into the house. Stupid ass! I just met the...whatever he was—two seconds ago and already I hated him. I glanced back up at the tree-house and saw that he watched me through the window.

***

This had to be the most dreadful night I had ever had. I was already an hour late for the party so I didn’t even bother. Trevor had probably already found another girl to dance with. Not to mention my Android was demolished. I slipped into a night shirt and pouted myself into bed. There was a part of my brain telling me this was a dream. There was no way anyone would have believed he was damned, one of the Four Horsemen, or anything even relating to that. He could kill my family. The thought of him being so close to us frightened me. But if I didn’t help him, I felt there was a bigger chance of him hurting us.

Two hours later, after laying down and feeling sorry for myself, I heard a tap on my window. I sat up in my bed. Oh no! Crazy religious guy is coming to kill me. I slipped out of my bed and dug through my closet for my softball bat as another tap came. Sliding gently across the hardwood floor I peeked out the window. It was too dark to see anything. I raised the blind carefully. I heard someone fiddling around with the window. When it slid open, I raised my bat and said, “I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Lizzie,” Trevor said from the tree outside my window. “Wait, it’s me!”

I dropped the bat and stumbled back bumping into a chair. “Shit!”

Trevor laughed, pulled himself in, and reached over to help me up. There was light spilling in from the hallway. I wished it had been off, so he couldn’t have seen me fall on my ass. While I was catching my breath, Trevor reached around in the dark where my bedside lamp was and turned it on. It hit me suddenly—he was in my room and I was only in a shirt! Oh God! What have I done to deserve such punishment?

Trevor glanced down to my legs and a smile spread across his face. “I’m sorry if I caught you at a bad time, but I wanted to come and see if you were all right.”

I opened my mouth to say something but realized I didn’t know what to say. I surely didn’t want Darrton bursting in and killing us both. “I wasn’t—”

Trevor stepped forward and his cologne seemed to wrap all the way around me. “It’s okay. Millie told me you had an unexpected visitor.”

Oh shit! How did she know that? “What...”

He laughed. “It’s okay I have two sisters. I’m not grossed out by it like a lot of guys.”

Visitor? Grossed out? I’m going to choke her in her sleep. I blushed, a violet red, and clicked my tongue. Oh she is so getting it. “Yeah well, I guess it’s something I can’t help.” Damn her. I’m going to kill her. I was so not even on my period!

He stepped forward again and I took a deep breath. “So, are you feeling okay?” he asked.

I smiled. “Yes, listen, I’m really sorry about tonight. I wanted to go so badly. You have no idea.”

“Yeah, I think I do. It’s okay. I completely understand.” He smiled. I watched in sheer pleasure as Trevor walked around my room. I took in his short-sleeved shirt that was fit snugly to his chest. The baseball cap he wore was on backwards and his short brown hair was only showing at the top of his head. His jeans were low on his hips and fit him perfectly. I pulled my shirt as