What Would Happen Next?
~Lyra
Can you believe this b***h, y’all? I mean seriously, can you even wrap your head around this?.
“Lyra, calm down. Just calm down. I can hear your thoughts” Damon said from behind me, his voice firm and deep, his hand brushing my shoulder like he was trying to ground me..
Tasha shifted in her seat, her shoulders curling inward like she wanted to sink into the couch and disappear
I turned back to her fully, still speaking half to her and half to you because if I did not get this off my chest, I
was going to explode.
“Go on, Tasha, speak. You walked in here looking like you just got dragged through a war zone, you dropped the Marcus bomb like it was just some casual detail, and now you are sitting here mute.
“This is not a courtroom. You do not need permission to talk. You are going to tell us what happened, and
you are going to tell us now.
“And do not you dare skip a single detail, because I will know if you are lying, and if I know, I will make you start over from the very beginning until I get the whole story exactly as it happened.”
Tasha’s eyes flickered between us, her fingers twisting together in her lap so tightly I thought she might cut off her own circulation. Her throat worked hard as she swallowed, and I could see her struggling to get the
words out.
I leaned in, still looking straight at you as if we were in this together. “Well? We are waiting. And trust me, I
am not letting her out of this room until I know everything.”
She took one trembling breath and finally began to speak.
“We were at his apartment,” she began, her eyes flicking between me and Damon as if she was bracing
herself for every reaction.
“I went there because he called me and said he wanted to talk. He said that he had been thinking about me
and we should f**k and I was f*****g horny so I went there. We sat in his living room for a while, he poured
drinks, and at first, it was fine. We talked. We laughed a little. Then one thing led to another, and..”
I held up my hand so sharply she actually stopped mid–sentence. “The f**k is wrong with you, Tasha? Did he hit your head hard or what?
“We do not want the play–by–play of how you two got naked. This is not a porno recap. We want to know why he hit you. Skip to the part that matters before I lose my temper completely.”
“I don’t know, Lyra! I don’t know!” she shouted back suddenly, her voice cracking from the strain. “I f*****g
don’t know! After s*x, he just… he just went violent. He got up, he started pacing, and then he began knocking
things over like he was looking for something to destroy.
“It was like he flipped a switch. I think he’s a sociopath or something because the way he looked at me..” She
stopped for a moment, pressing her hands to her face like she was trying to block out the memory.
“It was like I was a stranger, like I was the enemy, and I didn’t even know what I’d done to set him
I folded my arms, my jaw tight, because part of me wanted to scream and part of me wanted to shake her
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until her teeth rattled, “So what did you do?”
“I tried to calm him down!” she yelled, and I could see the desperation in her eyes now. “I told him to stop, told him to just talk to me, but he wouldn’t listen. And then..”
She reached up and touched the side of her head where the dried blood still clung to her hairline.
“He hit my face with a lamp. Over and over again. The glass shattered the first time, and then he just kept swinging the base at me.
“I fell off the couch, and I think I blacked out for a few seconds because when I opened my eyes, he was still yelling, but his words didn’t make sense. I crawled toward the door, and he threw the lamp down at the wall so hard it broke into pieces. I just… I ran. I didn’t stop running until I got here.”
Damon’s jaw was clenched so hard I could see the veins standing out along his neck, and his hands were flexing like he was seconds away from breaking something or someone in half.
“I f*****g loved him,” she choked out, her voice muffled by the way her hands were covering her face. “I loved him so much. I loved his f*****g d**k. God, I loved the way he touched me.
“I loved the way he could make me feel like I was on fire without even trying. I know it sounds stupid, I know it sounds pathetic, but I couldn’t stop going back. Every time I swore it was the last, I would remember how good it felt, how good he was in bed, and I just… I gave in.”
I blinked at her, my jaw hanging open, because I could not believe she was going there right now.
“You are seriously sitting here telling us about his d**k like that’s the part we’re supposed to care about? After he smashed your face with a lamp? After you came in here looking like you crawled out of a horror
movie?”
I could feel my hands balling into fists because I was half tempted to shake her and half tempted to just scream into a pillow. “Tasha, I don’t care if he could make you see God with his tongue. That is not an excuse for walking straight back into hell.”
Damon’s voice came low, but it vibrated through,the air like a warning growl.
“Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re talking about how much you liked f*****g him while I am standing here planning how I’m going to kill him. You loved his d**k? Good. Then why don’t you go back to him! This time around he would shove a knife in your p***y”
Tasha let out another sob, clutching her knees like she was trying to hold herself together.
“I know it’s wrong! I know I sound insane! But you don’t understand, it wasn’t just s*x. It was like… it was like
he had a hold over me.
“Like he knew exactly what to say and exactly how to touch me to make me forget everything else. And then after… after he’d make me feel like nothing. Like I was nothing.”
Her voice cracked, and she blinked rapidly, like she was struggling to keep her focus.
“I hate him for what he did, but part of me hates myself more because I still remember how good it felt before it got bad. I don’t even know if that makes me broken or just stupid, but I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about him.”
I stared at her, my hands curling into fists at my sides because hearing her romanticize the same man why had just bashed her in the head made my skin crawl.
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“Tasha, are you even listening to yourself? He hit you. He could have killed you. And you’re still sitting here talking about how good the s*x was like that cancels out the fact that he tried to break your skull open.”
But she barely seemed to hear me. Her gaze slid to Damon, and her voice dropped into something softer, almost like she was talking in her sleep.
“And, Dad… you were right about Mum.” Her lashes lowered, and her words slowed even more. “She left again.
Well technically Damon killed Camilla but Tasha didn’t know this yet. Before I could even react to that, her head tilted to the side against the back of the couch.
Her eyes rolled shut, her lips parted, and her body went limp as if every ounce of energy had left her. She was not just closing her eyes. She was passing out right in front of us.
“Damon!” I shouted, lunging forward and grabbing her shoulders. “She’s out! She’s actually out! Tasha, come on, wake up, open your eyes, don’t do this to me right now!” My voice shook as I tried to keep the panic from swallowing me whole.
Damon was already moving, crouching down on the other side of her, his face set in a grim, tight line. “She’s breathing,” he said, his voice low but firm, his hands already moving to lift her. “Should we take her with us”
I blinked at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “What?” I blurted out, my voice shooting up like I’d just been slapped with the dumbest question in the world. “Take her with us? As in… on the plane? To the pack house?
To another country?
“No, Damon. No,” I said firmly, stepping right into his path before he could head toward the stairs. “We can just leave her here and call a doctor. I don’t have a good feeling about this, please.
He shifted Tasha’s weight in his arms, his eyes still locked on mine with that unblinking.
“Come on, kitten. I know you hate her, but look at her,” he said, his voice softening just enough to make me
falter.
“She’s barely holding on. She’s not safe here. Marcus knows where she lives. He knows how to find her. And if he’s already willing to smash a lamp over her head, what do you think he’s going to do if she’s alone?”
I shook my head quickly, clinging to the tiny bit of logic I had left. “That doesn’t mean we take her.” “Kitten,” he said again, this time quieter, almost coaxing. “Don’t worry. She won’t stay with us. There will be another house where she will stay. Somewhere away from the main pack, somewhere guarded and secure. “She won’t be in your space, she won’t be breathing down your neck, but she will be alive. And right now, that’s what matters.”
“Damon, I honestly don’t like this,” I said, my voice low but steady, even though my heart was pounding.
“I don’t think Tasha has changed. You know how she is. She might harm the baby. You can tell me all day that she’ll be in another house, but I still don’t trust her, and I do not want her anywhere near me or our child.” My arms folded across my chest without me even realizing it.
He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes locked on mine with that deep, commanding gaze that made it hard to breathe.
“Kitten, listen to Daddy,” he said slowly, his voice dipping into that low husky voice.
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“Don’t be naughty, okay? Everything will be fine. I told you, she won’t be in your space, and she won’t be near the baby. I will make sure of it. All you have to do is trust me.”
I forced a smile, tilting my head just enough to make it look like I was reassured, but deep down my heart wasn’t settled, and I could not shake the image of her in the same country as us, even if she was in another
house.
Who knows what would happen next.
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