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Chapter Fourteen – Satan Savior

(Levina's POV)

I've always been a light sleeper, so it doesn't surprise me that I awake to the sound of murmuring voices coming from outside the bedroom. I give myself a slit of vision through my puffy eyelids and read the time 5:47 a.m. on the digital clock. The numbers glow a harsh, blue LED in my face and I roll onto my other side. Despite being so early in the morning, it is light enough for me to see that the bed is empty except for me. Where Damian's thick back protruded like a wall is now nothing more than humps of the comforter. Everything in me spurs into life and my body turns rigid. My ears tune harder into the sound from behind the closed door. I can't separate the noises though, so I sit up and scoot to the end of the bed.

"Yeah, it's really his car." I finally decipher from through the thin wood of the door. "I saw it myself; I would know the real deal anywhere."

"I bet you weren't expecting to find that, were you?"

I hear the low laughter, followed by the response, "So, it'll do?"

"Sure thing. Only, I want the car and you brought back a girl."

A long pause of silence begins to spread. I can feel every beat of my heart; I'm terrified to hear the answer.

"I know where to find the car, but we need the key. She has it."

I push myself backwards, sending myself slamming into the headboard of the bed. That had to have been Damian saying that, and that 'girl' had to have been me. My arms feel weak and they buckle, lowering me back onto the mattress. The muscles of my throat constrict and the contents of my stomach turn liquid. The emotions of fear, anger and betrayal are so powerful that I want to expel them from my body. Yet, I'm completely incapable of lifting even a finger.

Then the door knob twists. Outside the bedroom is eerily quiet and I fling my eyelids back shut, feigning unconsciousness. I don't hear them, but the presence of footsteps is there. I can see them treading delicately over the carpet in my mind. After a minute, I open my mouth to allow the slightest amount of air to pass by my lips. As I exhale, I let my eyes slowly and carefully open up again. Across from the bed, Damian's unmistakable body is bent over, rifling through the contents of my bag.

I make the mistake of letting the bewilderment take over my verbal controls. "Damian, what are you doing?" I croak, my voice shaky and dry. I watch Damian turn around and for once I don't think about all the little things. I don't care how tangled my hair looks right now or about the slumped posture I'm holding, supported by only one elbow. All I can do is stare into his eyes, begging and searching to find something that will tell me that he's not doing what I think. He wouldn't do me wrong.

I can't see it. The savior I believed in is gone, replenished with the same conniving look he gave me late last night. I'm not on his mind like he was always on mine, perhaps I never was. I'll never know, I decide as his gaze follows the surface of my body, down to the bulging pocket of my shorts. My hand nonchalantly settles on the pocket and protectively grabs hold of the keys inside.

Energy surges back into me, tainted with adrenaline. My legs take the lead, swinging off the bed and forcing me to stand up. My mind has given over control to the instincts of my legs, which break into a sprint across the small room. In my peripheral I see Damian jump up and shout my name, I believe. As I bolt out the doorway, another name echoes behind me, this time it's 'Greg'.

From the left side of the living room, a tall middle-aged man steps forward. The only thing I notice of his appearance is the bountiful orange curls on his head, as fiery hot as the expression on his face. My eyes dodge to the side door which Damian brought me in, but I know I won't escape quickly enough that way. The only logical choice is the front door, conveniently located just behind the large red-headed man.

Temporarily stalled with hesitation, I kick my feet back into gear and tear towards the front door. I'm almost there, until I feel the tight grip crushing my wrist bone. I cry out in anguish and Greg tosses me back onto the floor. My tailbone makes solid contact with the floor, but all my pain is still directed to my stinging wrist. I'm not done yet though, so I immediately start crawling back to the door. If I can just reach that door I'll be home free…

Two burly hands seize my shoulders and clamp forcefully. The same searing pain hits me and I scream out helplessly. Greg shoves me onto my side and I watch his fist rise in slow motion, preparing to wail on me.

"Let her go!" Damian cries out from the doorway of the bedroom.

The fist above me freezes. "What?"

From my position on the floor, I can see Damian. He stares at me and something passes between our eyes, although I can't tell what exactly. An understanding? An apology?

"You told me you found Lightning McQueen's car, and I'm going to have it." The older man barks gruffly.

Damian marches over and I flinch as he tries to pry Greg away from me. Greg's grip on my arm loosens and tightens as they struggle against one another. At last, I rip my arm away and Damian attempts to hold Greg back while climb to my feet. I stumble to the door and run out of the apartment. I don't look back.

This is my personal favourite chapter of the entire story :) Was that plot-twisty or what? I hope so! Thank you for reading! Next update will hopefully be out next weekend at the latest. Reviews are welcome and help me become a better writer by knowing what works and what doesn't, so they are always appreciated! Until next time *hugs* :P