LOVER MONSTER!
84. An Erthian Bellamy.
Inside Jessica's room, Demian circulated her gaze with a stark confusion on her face.
Whether since when, he asked, the room that often displays warmth and harmony, became so gloomy?
The scent of alcohol mingled with stale food faintly wafted in the air. Demian sat down on the sofa and furrowed his forehead as he saw a tangled bundle of cables from his laptop charger, cell phone and terminal wires, lying under the table, and, side by side with a stack of paper full of numbers.
Jessica may be out of work, Demian thought at the time.
Talking about Demian and why she is in Jessica's room now, when she confesses her feelings for Jessica in public, in front of Jessica directly. They fled the show.
Jessica-either what's in her head-does not say what the reason is. He just pulled Demian's arm. With a loud and firm pounding of the feet, he split the crowd. Her sex dress fluttered elegantly as she sauntered towards the room.
After the door was slammed shut, this was where Demian was now.
Jessica handed Demian a cup of coffee, a pair of emerald like saying 'Drink!' to Demian.
"Thank you" Demian said.
To be honest, Demian was still in a state of turmoil. He doesn't know what's going to happen now. Jessica did not say she would forgive him earlier, nor did she show a blushed expression at all. Jessica's expression was currently so unreadable, Demian who was before her was afraid of being rejected a second time.
After handing over the coffee to Demian, Jessica took a pillow from the sofa and made it into her seat. He sat on the floor, cross-legged. Hands crossed on a glass table. His eyes flashed toward Demian, full of calmness.
Seeing Jessica sitting on the floor, Demian immediately slumped to the floor as well. He sat on the fur carpet while gulping nervously.
"Are you drunk, Demian?" Jessica opened her voice first.
"What?"
"You know.., drunk, stoned, or whatever it is..."
"No. I'm so conscious now."
"So..., you were so aware when you said what you said downstairs?"
Demian's words loved her, Jessica had trouble believing in her sense of hearing. But it was real, Demian clearly said he loved her.
Jessica didn't know if she should trust Demian because...., how could she trust Demian?
"I was so aware when I said I loved you, Jessica. If that's what you want to ask."
"Light," the swearing escaped in Jessica's mouth instantly. How could Demian talk about her heart while Jessica felt an incredible taboo?
"Is it weird to hear me confess my feelings?" Demian teases Jessica with a bit of witty nudity. She knows Jessica hates being frontal.
"I haven't forgiven you, Demian. Don't be happy because I'm giving you a chance to talk."
"I know..." Demian's smile slowly faded on its own. "I also know that if I haven't been honest with you, I'll never get an apology from you."
"So..., you're gonna be honest with me right now about the reason for your madness just now?"
"It's not crazy, actually. I've always wanted to confess my feelings for you and have the freedom to kiss you in public."
"Don't be silly, Demian."
Jessica shuddered again as Demian alluded to the kiss that had happened earlier. Given that the incident had made Jessica feel immense shame, Jessica was not strong if Demian explained his actions just now in words.
"i'm serious. I always wanted to claim you as mine in front of everyone. I want to kiss you and do things with you, I want to talk freely with you..."
"You've got a boyfriend, Demian! If you don't know, Angela came to my birthday today. He came and he's a hundred percent already witnessed your madness! Congratulations!"
Demian-without showing feelings of guilt-picking shoulders. "Did you invite him?"
"He's coming with your brother."
"Well, AAAAHHH??!" Demian groaned immediately. Both of his hands were anchored to the head, holding back his temple as if his head was about to explode right then and there.
"Demians?" Jessica wondered.
"Yeahahhh!!! That fucker!!!" Forcing herself not to go crazy there, Demian calmed down Jessica who was now staring at her like she was staring at raging wildlife.
"How about this, Jessica..," Demian let out a faint laugh later. "I think I've put you in danger."
"Danger?"
Demian scowled his forehead while sighing weakly. "Jesse, I'm sorry. Because of my greed, I got you involved in my problems."
"Wait a minute, what does that mean?" Demian couldn't just apologize without giving her any context. What kind of danger did she mean, Jessica was curious.
"Erthian..," said Demian. His voice is full of burden. "You remember the first time we met, I said I was running away from my family."
Jessica remembered - at least - until Demian brought it up, then Jessica remembered it again.
"Are you running away from Erthian?"
"Rather than Erthian, it could be said that I ran away from everyone. My father, my brother and my extended family..."
When bringing up her background, Demian avoided Jessica's gaze. Demian did not want to see Jessica's face because she was afraid to read the girl's expression. What if Jessica is disgusted by him, hates him and is reluctant about his existence?
That fear was one of the reasons why Demian did not want to reveal himself.
"They..," Demian continued. "My family isn't the usual family you meet everyday, Jessica. You may have a hard time believing, but.., my father.., Christian Bellamy is one of the most influential people in Italy."
Jessica listened quietly, although her brain began to vaguely imagine what the Demian family would be like. If his family is an influential person, does that mean he works in a high-ranking government? A conglomerate?
"When I say influential, then the influence my family exerts is a bad influence."
"Eh?"
"Outside, they seem to have a large and global legal business but...., behind that persona, we can say..., mafia?"
"..."
Kidding, huh? Mafia in 2020?
Okay. Jessica may sound a little short.
The Mafia still exists today. In fact, the more advanced and more developed the times, they and their cronies also adapt in time and create a more advanced scope again.
Jessica knew that on this earth, the black group that moved in the shadows still existed in this world. It's just, Jessica didn't expect Demian to be a part of them.
The demian? Demian who was in front of him, appeared casually in a flannel shirt and a black t-shirt that was torn in the neck area? This Demian..., a member of the mafia family?
Demian looks normal, for God's sake. He may be selfish and cynical, but he is quite human compared to the myth of the mafia who trafficked the human body.
Wait, did Demian trade human organs in Italy there?
"Jessica?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Why are you suddenly dumbassed?"
Jessica blinked her eyes and scratched her chin. "Just.., I was quite surprised. I mean..., are you serious?"
"I want to joke, but.., I'm serious now." Demian smiled bitterly. "I don't want you to know my background. I'm really reluctant to get involved with my past, but as you can see, they still manage to follow me."
"So, what you're saying is..., you..., sort of a member of a mafia group like that?" Just mentioning it doesn't feel right on the tongue.
Mafia-, that word should be in novels only.
"Ummm..," Jessica's question Demian responded with doubt. Should he tell Jessica that he is one of the candidates and the future leaders at Bellamy?
"My father..," Demian became convoluted. "My father was the leader of our family, Jessica. In another sense..."
"You are..., the successor?"
The successor of the mafia family...., was in his room? Jessica was like choking on a fish bone right then and there.
"Erthian was his successor," Demian quickly corrected. "I.., I don't want any position in my family."
"Huh..., so, did they come after you all this time to take you...., go home?"
That makes sense, Jessica thought.
A prospective successor who fled the house made his extended family bar-bar chase his steps to different parts of the world. Families who desperately seek their sons to different parts of the world-that situation only occurs when the son has a very high value.
Most families would not be desperate to cross another continent to find their son who was 'already an adult' by the way, and fled because of his own intentions. Most families may be overwhelmed by grief, but most give up halfway.
Demian was definitely the main successor in his extended family. A very precious golden goose.
Jessica hooked up one and one thing in her mind and it made her want to laugh. The only thing he wanted to talk about was Demian's confession, but why now had the topic become too broad and too big for him to handle? Like he asked for a glass of water and Demian handed him the ocean.
"Jessica.., forget their motives for just a second..." Demian confirmed her sitting posture, "The reason why I didn't confess my feelings to you, hide you.., all because I didn't want Erthian to know that you had any significance in my life. I don't want him to put his dirty hands on you."
"..."
"I don't intend to keep you a secret, I didn't mean to hurt your heart with me all this time.., I.., I want to be honest with you, but I'm afraid you're going to get further out of my reach."
Not everyone wants to accept a mobster with open arms. Most people who had met Demian all along, when they knew her background, voiced loud and repeated regret. Not knowing him better than ever knowing him.
"Erthian..., what's he gonna do.., I mean, if he knows you like me, what's wrong with that?"
"He's crazy, Jessica." Demian said, leaving Jessica stunned. Justjust like? Erthian's crazy?
"What does that mean?"
"I don't know what's wrong with his brain but. In the past, at least, I hated him so much and feared him."
"..."
"He was sick from childhood, I thought he might hate me because I was healthier than him. Butno. She loves me so much, actually, it's just. Since I can remember, everything about Erthian has always frightened me..."
"What's he doing?"
"I don't know if it's weird or not for you, but on some occasions, I've seen her wearing my clothes, reading my diary-"
"You got a diary?"
"That was when I was a kid, Jessica."
Jessica's smile is a joke. "I'm sorry, I'm focusing wrong. So..., what else did he do?"
"She's obsessed with my stuff, especially the stuff I like the most. And don't stop at stuff alone, when we were teenagers, most of my girlfriends at high school were in a relationship with her."
"Eeewww???"
"i'm serious. He also started doing the things I hated the most."
Jessica's forehead frowned. "What kind of things?"
"It's kind of hard to say.., but..." Demian felt a stab at his heart as he recalled the black moment in his mind. "I have a stepmother named Selina, she's the same age as me. She married my father but, she likes me so much."
"And...?" Jessica felt increasingly uncomfortable when she heard Demian's story. For God's sake, if she lived in Demian's neighborhood, Jessica would bet she'd grow up to be a killer.
"On my 23rd birthday" Demian said, his voice faltering in difficulty.
"..."
"The reason why I ran away to Vegas was because of what happened that day..."
"If it's so hard for you, you better not say anything to me." Jessica was worried about Demian's grim expression. He was afraid of bringing up traumatic things. As honest as it was now was enough for her, Jessica did not want the man to force himself to talk about things that had hurt her.
"Jessica, I want you to know what a bad guy Erthian is..." Demian grabbed Jessica's wrist on the table and stroked the back of her hand gently. "I want you to know what kind of monster my brother is."
Since Demian was so firm in her stance to tell a story, inevitably, Jessica moved to the side of the man and listened carefully. Listening to Demian's confession that made Jessica's heart melt instantly.
"On the eve of my 23rd birthday celebration, Erthian poisoned my drink with something. You.., you must understand what I mean by that, right?"
Jessica listened to Demian's words with her hands trembling in horror.
His mother in a situation that Demian had experienced mixed with anger and heartache.
Rather than being crazy, Jessica described Erthian as a psychopath from hell. How could, as a brother, he have Demian harassed by his stepmother? Are they not human? Demian's life before this, after what happened...., how could they still want him back?
"Now, I've told you why Jessica..." Demian looked up from his bow while smiling faintly. Her pair of dark irises shot towards Jessica with a clear layer of tears blurring her gaze.
"Now...., do you feel disgusted at me now?"
Because to be honest, Demian himself always felt disgusted at him every memory was reawakened in his head. Fouled his mind.
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