“I sat there in Bora Bora and poured out my heart to you. I thanked you, you bastard and you sat there and said nothing,” I yelled.
“Just because I lied about Clara, it doesn’t take away how I feel about you. I love you, Addie. I did it to have you. I lied to have you. I paid everything to have you by my side every damn fucking day, because I have and only ever have wanted you!” he shouted.
“This isn’t love!” I shouted back. I turned and closed my suitcase up.
“Addie, if you leave…” he stopped.
“What, Daimon, what?” I hissed back.
“Addie, don’t you fucking dare leave,” he warned.
“What are you going to do, Daimon?” I challenged.
“Addie, if you leave, I will take it all away. Your sister’s money, your father’s comfortable living, even you going to school. Everything,” he shouted. I glared at him, my eyes burning with such anger.
“I don’t need you anymore,” I said fiercely.
“AHHH!” Daimon shouted at the top of his lungs. “I NEED YOU!” he cried out as he reached for his violin.
“DAIMON DON’T!” But he didn’t hear me as he threw it onto the coffee table breaking it into pieces.
“IF YOU ARE NOT HERE WITH ME, I NO LONGER NEED ANYTHING! NOT MY MONEY! NOT MY MUSIC! NOTHING!” he roared, his chest heaving as he held onto the neck of his broken instrument, a large cut on his forearm started bleeding, dripping down past his wrist onto the ground. “Don’t you understand, I am nothing without you, nothing.”
I watched in horror, looking at the scattered pieces of his violin. It was the only thing that kept him grounded and he broke it without hesitation. I peeled my eyes away and looked at him. His face was severe and devastated, his eyes trying to hide his anguish.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked softly.
“Addie, if I came into your life again, you wouldn’t even dare look at me twice. I know I was wrong, I know…I fucked up, but tell me, tell me honestly, would you have even looked at me? Would you have agreed to see me? Would you have ever fallen in love with me?” He voice sounded crushed as he laid himself bare to me.
“I don’t know. You never gave me the choice. You never let me see the Daimon I know now. You used my pain. You manipulated me in my darkest hours. You call it love. I call it an infatuation. It’s sick,” I said dejected.
“You said you loved me. That you love me,” he implored.
“That’s what hurts the most. I do love you. I love you so much that I can’t see straight, but you twisted it now. You tainted it!”
“Just don’t leave. You can have the room— you can be in the other room, just don’t leave.” He dropped to his knees and slowly cried. “Please, Addie,” he begged softly. I looked on as I watched the man I love kneel at my feet, broken, both of us now gutted by his lies and deceit. I dropped the suitcase from my hand and cried.
“Addie, I’m sorry,” he said, rising himself from the ground and stepping closer to me. I recoiled and left the room.
“Addie!” he cried out as I headed to the other room and locked myself in. I slid down the door and cried. I placed my hands over my mouth to stifle my sobbing.
“Addie?” Daimon banged on the door, his every thud rippling down to where I sat. “Addie!” he kept calling, but I didn’t answer. I hugged my knees tightly against my body and buried my head into my knees.
“I know I was wrong. I know I fucked up badly, but I’m going to make it better, okay? I’m going to make it up to you. Addie. Fuck, I’m sorry. I did it—I did it— because I love you. I was scared. I’m still scared. Addie, I’m no good but I’m trying to be better. You make me want to be better.” A louder thud hit the door nearly throwing me over. I heard something sliding down the door; it must have been Daimon.
“I love you,” he murmured though his heartbroken voice. I closed my eyes. The Addie I grew to love was now lost again.
I sat there in that position for hours. My body ached, my head hurt and my soul was broken. I rose up quietly and dropped onto the bed. I looked outside through the vertical blinds to see the night sky; the lights of Lower Manhattan lit my room as I curled up in bed, dragging the duvet over me. It was late at night and there was no point in dealing with it all right now.
Now What?
A soft knock woke me from my restless slumber. “Addie, come out and eat. I’ll leave if you want, but at least eat,” Daimon said quietly.
I sighed heavily as I rose out of bed and headed for the door. I unlocked it and took a deep breath. Daimon stood at the other end of the hallway and watched me. Drako came at my feet and whimpered softly as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. Daimon had made me breakfast and placed it on the island. I sat down staring at it, not knowing if I could eat.