The weather had finally gotten warm enough to be considered fall weather. Me and Damon were just sitting on a porch swing watching the fall colored leaves float around. As we drank hot chocolate from colorful mugs. I had actually become some sort of friends with her. If she hadn't abducted me we could have been good friends. Maybe even more.... But that ship sailed a long time ago. I looked into my mug and frowned, "I don't have enough marshmallows in my hot chocolate..." Damon chuckled at my statement, "Do you want me to go get you more, Lemon?"

Oh ya, that nickname started recently too. We made Lemonade one time and now she wont stop calling me Lemon. I stood up, "No, thanks. I got it." She smiled and continued to swing, "Ok, Lemon! I'll miss you!" I rolled my eyes and wandered into the kitchen in search of marshmallows. After a treasure hunt through some cabinets I found a bag of mini marshmallows. I put an absurd amount of marshmallows in my mug of liquid chocolate. I picked my mug back up after I put the marshmallows away and turned around to go back out.

Apparently life decided I wasn't entertaining enough and intervened because I collided with Lucas and spilled my hot chocolate all over her. She hissed in pain. That hot chocolate was boiling hot. I tossed my mug into the counter, and went to help her. I helped her get her shirt off as quickly as possible so the burn didn't get worse. Once I got her shirt off she wouldn't stop glaring at me. I just ignored her, "Come on. Let's go to your room. I'll patch you up." She glared at the back of my head and stomped behind me as I walked upstairs. I could feel the darkness in her growing..... It scared me. I pushed my fear away and grabbed the burn cream from Lucas's bathroom as Lucas got sat on her bed.

I opened the jar of burn cream and got on my knees in front of her for better access to the burn. The burn spanned across most of her stomach. It was a red color with pink around the edges, "Ok. It doesn't look too bad. It just needs to be well taken care of for a few days." I gently applied burn cream paying extra attention to the worse parts of the burn. She jerked back when I heard Damon call for me from downstairs, "Lemon? Where are you?" Lucas gave me a mocking laugh, "Your girlfriend is calling for you. Why don't you go and be a good lap-dog."

I scowled at her, "Excuse me?" She spit the name out at me again, "Lap-dog. You need me to spell it?" I then proceed to punch her right in the burned stomach, "Ah! You Bitch!" I was up and moving. I need to get to Damon. She will save me. Before I made it two feet she grabbed my arm and threw me onto the floor. My head hit the hardwood floor pretty hard. I barely had time to scream, "Damon!" before I felt her boot collide with my stomach.

I heard Damon yell "Cade! Hang on!" as her footsteps echoed up the stairs Lucas's boot continued to connect with my exposed stomach and ribs over and over again. I would have been fighting back but the first kick made me weak. The only thing I could do was dig my nails into her ankle. I was very pleased with myself as my nails drew blood. The door got kicked down and the last thing I heard was Damon's fist connecting with Lucas's face...