Raula
Raula! Raula!" Damien pulls me into his arms, touching my face. It feels so good to be in his hands. The feeling of his skin against mine is so comforting. If only I could be sure Damien would be safe, I would snuggle into his chestand fall asleep peacefully without a worry in the world.
"Raula! Don't worry, I have got you now, baby. Look at me! Everything is going to be alright, okay? I am going to get you out of here. Stay with me, okay?" Damien desperately says. I nod, but my head feels goddamn heavy like I am carrying rocks in my skull.
"Damien," the name slurs off my tongue. I want to speak. I want to tell him that I trust him, that I believe that everything is going to be okay as long as we have got each other. I know that I will be fine now that I have got him back.
"Don't talk if it's hard for you. It's okay. It's okay,I have got you now, baby," he cradles me like baby, brushing my hair off my face
