"What have I done?" Nessa felt like banging her head against the wall as she stared at the video making rounds on the internet.
What had she been thinking? Kissing Damon like that? What got into her? Who gave her the courage? All she knew was that when she saw that bitch touch Damon, it felt like all hell had been let loose inside of her. Truthfully speaking, she wanted to do more than hitting Erica with the shoe. For a moment, she had the dark thought of murdering her. Oh God, what the hell was she turning into.
"Damon?!" Nessa turned around to him - she needed his support right now.
But to her greatest surprise, Damon took a step back as if he was scared of her.
"What are you doing?" Nessa asked, expressionlessly.
"What do you think?" Damon replied, "I'm protecting myself from you else you bounce on me again," He had his hands in front of his chest protectively.
