Fated To Love You Forever

KATHERINE

Katherine forcefully fluffed her pillow on the bed, for the hundredth time since she woke up.

It was still the early hours of the morning, and so she saw no need to get out of bed and do anything. Readjusting herself on the bed, she pulled the duvet up to her neck as she shut her eyes, and tried not to listen to the soft sound of Damien’s light snoring.

She was still quite pissed at him, and she had expected him to do more to prove that he was truly sorry.

She wanted him to beg for her forgiveness, take her out, treat her like the queen she was amongst other things, but instead what did he do? He had gone out drinking and came back so drunk, he could barely stand on his own two feet.

What if she had not been at home to help him inside? It was like he didn’t even notice her sulking still, and it hurt her.

Kathrine felt her jaw tic as all these thoughts ran through her mind.

She had come over to his house with the hopes, that he would at least act remorseful and beg for her to forgive him in regards to their last spat, only for her to get to an empty house.

After hours of reading her entertainment magazines and bingeing on her favorite reality shows, she had started to feel bored and irritated. She even felt a little worried, wondering where he was by that time of the night.

Damien stayed out late sometimes, but it was the weekend and he never stayed out this long. So where on earth was he? She was tempted to leave messages for him. But no…

He might start to think she had let him off easily, and that was the least of what she wanted.

She needed him to be aware that it would take a whole lot more than that, to be back in her good books.

She had finally given up when he was still not home by 11PM, and the she had proceeded to send a message, but just as the sms had gone through, the doorbell had rang and she quickly opened up to see a dead drunk Damien supported heavily by his driver.

Katherine had gaped at him in shock.

He never drank this much, so why? After she had ordered the driver to carry him up to his room, following closely behind she had grudgingly laid beside him.

She had wanted to get answers out of him, but his words were so sloppy Kathrine couldn’t make them out and after a while of turning and tossing, she had finally fallen asleep.

Now she lay beside him this morning, still very much annoyed at him and waiting for him to awaken.

She had no idea how many minutes or seconds passed as she waited, and at some point yet again, her eyes began to droop as sleep gradually began to take over her.

“Please… don’t leave me…”

Startled, Katherine opened her eyes, turning over on the bed to face Damien, as all the sleep from earlier was gone from her eyes. She frowned in confusion when she saw that his eyes were still shut, and he was still fast asleep.

Then what the hell had she heard?

“M-madison…” She heard him gasp again, his voice beginning to break, “I love you, Maddie… I still love you… Don’t do this to me.”

Her chest tightened in anger, as the words from his mouth resonated in her ears over and over again.

Love… Madison… The same fucking name of that bitch. After he had claimed she meant nothing to him, she was still obviously constant in his heart if he went to the extent of dreaming about her, and at this realization Katherine’s fury doubled up a notch.

She clutched at the sheets furiously, her face reddening as she stared down at Damien’s troubled expression.

How dare he call out that slut’s name, even after he had sworn he was over her? And in his sleep as well? She meant nothing to him, but she was in his dreams and he was confessing his love to her.

Oh shit!

“Don’t leave me and…”

Unable to take it anymore, she reached out, slapping his arm repeatedly to wake him up.

“Damien…get up, now!” She was seething already, tapping his shoulders furiously.

It was already bad enough that they hadn’t resolved the initial issue, yet here he was calling out another woman in his sleep.

What the fuck did he take her for? Was she that much of a joke to him? Now that she thought about it, she was beginning to see some signs in their relationship that she didn’t like at all.

He no longer replied to her texts sharply, he no longer called her frequently as he used to these past few days. They had been perfectly fine, until this Madison girl came into the picture. It was because of her that Damien had disrespected, and lied to her.

It was all because of her.

“Get up!” She yelled again, shaking him until he roused from his sleep in surprise, his eyes swollen.

“You’re talking about her in your sleep as well? How dare you do that? And also in front of me? What the heck is wrong with you?” Kathrine raged, her chest pounding as she watched him try to regain his bearings, and observe his surroundings.

He was crossing the line, he really was, and she wanted to make sure he was aware of that.

She didn’t even care that he was still trying to come to consciousness or that, he might be having a terrible headache and hangover.

All she cared was that he answer her, and put an end to this rubbish, and so she yelled like a crazed being, “You are not saying anything? Answer me!”

…….

“Get up!”

Damien groaned in pain as he jumped from bed, alarmed.

His head still hurt badly and it was pounding, an aftermath of yesterday’s drinking. When he had gotten himself a little, he looked to his left side, in Katherine’s direction actually and he became startled.

The sound of her voice had awakened him, and he stared at her in surprise, wondering what she was doing in his house so early in the morning.

Last night’s events were still very fuzzy in Damien’s head, and he couldn’t recall everything.

The only thing he remembered was drinking through the night, and then calling his driver to take him home.

After that, everything else was still very blurry, and he surely didn’t remember seeing Kathrine last night.

Was his brain playing tricks with him right now or…

A sharp pain in his head interrupted his train of thoughts, making him gasp out in pain and clutching his head, he whispered a curse to himself, “Fuck.”

He should have thought about these pain, which was always happening whenever he got wasted, and now he was regretting it.

Why hadn’t he just gone straight home from work.From NôvelDrama.Org.

Hangovers irritated him because they slowed him down and distracted him from work, so much that he was unable to focus.

Well, it was too late to regret now as the deed had already been done.

“Are you even listening to me?” He heard Kathrine shriek from beside him, and raising a a hand to his ears tiredly, he began to wonder why she was so angry this morning.

He still wasn’t sure why she woke him up, or why she was raving like a crazy person, and now her yells wasn’t helping his headache at all.

“What is it, Katherine?” He really did not have the time for her today.

All he wanted or just needed was to rest.

She glared at him, daggers in her eyes as she spat, “Well, now you’re finally awake after getting dead drunk last night, care to explain why you were muttering that low life’s name in your sleep? Care to tell me huh?”

Damien frowned, becoming confused at what she was talking about.

He knew she was angry about him getting drunk last night but at the moment he was too tired to care, but then what on earth did she mean that he was talking about a low life in his sleep?

“What are you talking about?” He asked, raking his hands through his pounding head as he thought of what he was going to do today.

There was a lot of things he needed to do this morning, and also take a coffee and some cold shower, but definitely not this.

Definitely not waking up to a furious looking Katherine first thing in the morning, was what he wanted.

“Oh so you don’t remember now, huh? Well you were surely having a good time when you continuously professed your love for her. Talking in your sleep like some crazy, lovestruck person. Here’s me thinking you don’t feel anything for her, but now I have my answer.”

Damien frowned again, as he pondered over her words.

He was talking in his sleep? That seemed unlikely.

He wondered if Kathrine was only making a story, just so they would have an excuse to argue this morning.

He wouldn’t put it past her, as it was her expertise after all, but the anger in her face was so evident that he began to doubt it.

It seemed surreal, that he was talking in his sleep?

He watched Kathrine flip her blonde curls over her back, scoffing in disbelief as she glared at him, “Really? Now I start to get the feeling that maybe you just enjoy disrespecting me. That… that low-life waitress? A fucking waitress, Damien! You claimed she’s history to you, so why do you keep thinking of her, to the extent of calling out her name in your sleep? Tell me what is this?”

Damien rubbed his temples, pulling the duvet off his lower body.

He was getting tired of her nagging, and he would give her a piece of his mind.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. If something like that really happened, the I don’t remember. Please, let me be. You should know that I’m having a terrible hangover, and the last thing I need right now is this fight you’re trying to create.”

She gasped. “Why would you speak to me like that? That’s all I get? You’re not even bothered to explain anything and-”

“I already said I don’t remember, Katherine. Jesus..” He raked his fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time again.

Turning back to face her, irritation beginning to peek into his demeanor, he asked, “How did you get in here anyway? Why are you on my bed this early morning?”

She looked taken aback for a moment, but then it was quickly replaced by anger, “If you weren’t so hungover from that stupid drinking session you might have remembered that I have a spare key to your house.” She snapped, folding her arms over her chest as she stared him down. Damien sighed, this time pulling the duvet off completely and climbing out of the bed.

“Oh, you’re going to walk out on me too? What, you’re going to kick me out of your house now? Is that why you’re asking about the key? All of this because of that-”

“God! No one is kicking anyone out. Why are you taking everything so personal…” Damien trailed off, before adding, “I’m done here.” Shaking his head, he decided he was not in a good shape for his morning to begin like this.

Putting on his house slippers, he walked into the bathroom to wash his face, ignoring Katherine’s voice as she continued to nag on.