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~Lisa's POV
I sat back on my bed as soon as Damon left, staring at the closed door. My chest was still heaving. I pressed a hand over my heart, hating the way it was beating so fast.
"Stupid," I muttered to myself. "You're so stupid, Lisa."
Why was I reacting like this? After everything? After knowing that Damon and his brothers were the reason my father was dead?
They didn't kill him with their hands, no, but they might as well have. They'd refused to let me care for him when he got sick. Refused me permission to come home and care for him. And now… now he was gone.
And here I was… letting my heart race because Damon kissed me.
I clenched my fists. "You disgust me," I whispered to myself.
I turned my face into my pillow, trying to block out the bitter, ugly thoughts. But they were already too loud, mixing with memories of my father's face and the sting of Damon's lips on mine. I hated myself for it.
