The Angels Crows

53- Mr Clean

Comfortably Numb- Pink Floyd

There was a knock on the door.

Then a muffled voice.

"Nora, open, please."

Another knock.

Then a sob.

"C'mon Cutie, let me in."

I stirred around in bed, still on the brink of sleep.

Someone tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Nora, please, I'm sorry."

My senses were coming to me more clearly now, and I understood what was happening. I turned my head to the nightstand to look at the clock.

4:23 am.

Seriously?

"C'mon Cutie."

"Damon, which part of 'I need space' is it you don't understand?" I groaned still half asleep.

"Nora?" I could hear the hope in his voice.

"Mhm?"

"Let me in."

"No."

"Please."

"Fuck off Damon."

"I promise I'll get clean, just please let me in."

That made me stop and second guess my decision to not let him in.

"Really?" My voice was a few pitches higher than normally.

"Yeah, sure," I could hear the nonchalance in his voice, which made me frown.

"You know how big of a deal getting clean is, right?"

"Of course." Why the hell was he so chill about it?! It's hell to get clean!

"You'll experience withdrawals, you'll get mad, sick-"

"Do you want me to get clean or not?" He broke me up mid-sent, and I had to give in.

"Well, yeah, of course."

"Then let me in."

I took a deep breath, before standing from the bed and making my way to the door.

I unlocked it, and opened it to see a reviled Damon.

"Nora," he sighed, and wrapped me in his arms.

I pulled away within a second.

"Promise me you'll get clean." I put my hand out and a determined look on my face.

His gaze flickered down to my hand, only stopping for a moment to look at my breasts.

He took my hand confidently, and brought it to his lips to place a soft kiss on it.