Shadow of my Heart

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Chapter 8

Surprises

Damian rounds the SUV and opens the trunk with ease. He grabs the bag and swings it around his shoulder. As he strides toward the building, he checks inside of the bag to make sure that it's the right one. He sniffs twice, then jerks his head back with disgust. "That's the right bag, alright."

He watches the numbers on the doors as they pass him by. When he reaches number 13, he dumps the contents of the bag right outside of the room.

He hesitates at the door. Why shouldn't he be able to indulge himself for a second?

He smiles to himself, then turns the knob. It gives way under his fingers. He pushes open the door and steps inside, immediately spotting Nikki's delicate form.

His hands shake as he approaches her. His eyes are glossy and wide as he takes her in.

She tosses and turns. He can barely stand to see her in such distress, though he knows that he is causing it. Somewhere inside of him, this feeling is delicious, but he also aches with pain at the thought of her hatred toward him.

He shakes his head quickly, then looks at her once more.

Her eyes are open.

He quickly changes his shape into the Kyle guy. Evidently, Kyle is lying in the other bed, so Damian isn't so sure how this will turn out.

"Kyle?" she asks, just a little too loudly.


"Shhh," he says, while putting his finger on her lips. "I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep."

"Why are you dressed?" she asks, somewhat groggily. She reaches for her phone, but gives up when she realizes that it's not next to her. "What time is it?"

"Just go back to sleep." Damian leans down to kiss her on the cheek. She sighs in contentment.

Damian waits until she is asleep, which only takes three minutes. He huries out of the room and into the dark night.

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Nikki's POV

Kyle shakes me awake. "Nikki! We're leaving the hotel today. We need to go." He zips his jeans and puts his sweater on. "Come on. Get dressed."

"Okay, okay," I moan. I barely got any sleep last night. I feel like I'm about to collapse.

I slowly sit up and then stand. My legs feel like jelly as i tread around the room, cleaning up my mess and throwing most of it in the trash bin. I throw on a shirt, a sweater, and some jeans.

"Okay," Kyle says. "I'm gonna go and tell the front-desk-clerk-person that we're leaving soon. He'll sh/it his pants if i don't. See you in a bit." He turns to leave, and i continue my excavation of the place.

I take two water bottles out of my bag and start to walk to the bathroom to fill them up.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Kyle rushes back into the room and slams the door behind him. "What the hell?!"

"What happened, Kyle?" I ask curiously.

He completely ignores me. "Where's your phone?! S/hit! I broke it!"

"What?! What is wrong with you?"

He darts over to the hotel-owned phone. He picks it up and mutters "911, 911" as he dials. He waits for two seconds, then slams it back into the receiver.

"Why isn't the fvcking phone fvcking working?! Fvcking phones are supposed to work, damit!"

I stare at him incredulously. "What is going on?"

Receiving no reply, i stride to the door and attempt to open it, but Kyle is barricading it like a madman.

I slap him. "Get out of my way!"

He refuses to move. I punch him in the gut.

That does it. He falls to his knees beside me, and i have the freedom to open the door.

Now i'm the one to drop to my knees in shock.

Because what lies in front of me is a dead body.

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Author's note:
This totally ruins the abrupt ending, but i really must say this.
I know that i spelled some words wrong, but you should understand that it was for the sake of dramatizing my writing. For my fellow Grammar Nazis, i have one message: Please don't go ballistic.

Also, please correct me if i made any other grammatical mistakes that don't involve curse words.

Love you all

~Lana XOXO

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