Little stump

CHAPTER 15

       Damien had finally started to drive like a normal person. The car had slowed down and it seemed like he wasn't angry anymore. A soft melody was seeping through the radio, giving the entire car a very tranquil vibe.

   I looked towards Damien, neither of us had said anything after his provoked confession. He said he missed me, I personally didn't know how to take the news, had circumstances been the same between us, I'd have poked my tongue out at him for saying something so sappy. However, after everything that had happened, after everything we'd done to each other, or rather, everything he'd done to me, I just felt super awkward.

   Was there something more between us now? Did our anger induced confessions suddenly elevate our relationship to a higher level? Did I even want that to happen? I looked towards Damien again, he was smirking devilishly as he continued to drive, his concentration completely devoted to the road in front of him.

    I sighed, was I finally ready to get into a relationship with someone? And not just anyone, but Damien. The thought still filled me with serious fear? Not the thought of Damien, but the thought of love in general. I'd witnessed too many relationship fall apart and end in tears, did I really want to dig the grave that I'd watched my mother get buried in by my own father? Was I thinking too much about this entire situation, even? Damien didn't seem to be bothered by the awkward atmosphere at all, Diana's words rang in my ears. Damien dosen't date, ever.......

    I looked towards his figure again. This time he spoke.... "You're checking me out again, Maddy. You just can't help yourself, can you?" He said it with a dirty smirk, something that had basically become his trademark by now.

    However, I wasn't in the mood to be teased by him, so I just ignored his taunting. My mind was on far more serious things. I needed to say something to Damien, either end this string of sexual innuendos and actions that were repeatedly being passed between us or become something more. I was not going to be someone's friends with benefits.

     I had originally planned on going for the former option. Having already written Damien off as an asshole, I'd planned to just break whatever it was I had going on with him and just forget about him. However, in light of all the new information that had been revealed to me, I realised he wasn't actually that bad. In fact, he was just like me, we were both just two idiots who had been scorned by the real asshole, that being love.

     He had been hurt badly by people he cared about, same as me. We both just had different ways of dealing with our grief.

     I wanted to punch myself, a few days ago, I was still telling myself how scared I was of falling in love. How horribly traumatising it would be if I ever felt that emotion again, only to have it taunt me, like it did when it gave me Monty. I shuddered at the thought, Monty had been a monster. He'd cheated multiple times and sometimes even beat me up when I confronted him, and the bastard had the guts to be begging me for forgiveness.

    Damien suddenly stopped the car. I looked around and realised we were in an area I didn't recognise, there was a huge club in front of us, but other than that, this place seemed to be deserted, there was no civilisation for miles. We were probably out of the town by now.

    "Why are we here, I thought we were going home" I asked Damien, I had assumed that after our 'argument', he'd want to go back home.

    "I just wanna have a quick drink". He replied, already taking off his seatbelt and walking out of the car, I did the same.

    The both of us went into the club together, it had a very weird Mexican name that I couldn't pronounce. I stuck closely to Damien as we entered, I didn't like the atmosphere of this place, there were different types of people walking around, but none of them looked like they'd ever been proper a day in their lives.

    There were girls walking around with bikinis and high heels, some even went as far as taking off their bras and walking around in only their underwear. Almost all the guys were shirtless, and 99% of everyone there seemed to be smoking some kind of substance. It was a really inconvenient setting for me.

    Damien, however, seemed like he was in his element. As he led me to a seat in the middle of the room and we sat down, a topless girl approached him. I expected him to shift her aside and tell that he already had a date, but he just pulled her into his lap right in front of me.

   That feeling of jealousy rose in my chest again, but I couldn't even bring myself to shout at him, afterall, he never said we were anything special anyway. I was overthinking our relationship, while he was busy dry humping a girl right in front of me. I wanted to leave the club, however, Damien was still my only ride home.

    "Well, well, if it isn't the ripper". The topless girl spoke, still sitting on his lap, her hand seductively rubbing all over his chest. It seemed Damien was a regular here, he even had a nickname. Although, I wondered why his nickname was 'the ripper'.

    "Is there anything I can do for you today?" She asked, in an especially slutty way. I wanted to scream at her to get her hands off Damien and to put a shirt on because no one wanted to look at her inverted nipples. However, I knew I couldn't. What was I getting jealous at anyway? Damien was not my boyfriend. He probably would never be. Diana's words rang in my ears again..... Damien dosen't date, ever. I was a fool.

    The eyes of the girl whose name I still didn't know landed on me, she immediately seemed put off by my appearance. She bent down and whispered into Damien's ears. Well, her attempt at a whisper anyway, although everything she said was clearly audible.

     "Whose this one? Is she with you?" She said the words in Spanish, and I only understood her because I took the language for close to three years. However, I didn't know Damien knew Spanish too.

     Damien looked in my direction, his eyes widened as if he forgot I was here. He quickly covered his expression though, replacing it with a smirk. He whispered into the girl's ear, also very loudly.

     "This one is unimportant". The words hurt me more than I could've ever described. I couldn't understand why I was still sitting here and watching this. Damien didn't even look like he cared about what he just said, he was still whispering into the ear of the girl who I was almost 99% sure of was a literal prostitute at this point. I could already feel the tears coming, I wasn't going to let them fall in front of Damien, however.

     I stood up abruptly from the chair, almost hoping that Damien would ask where I was going,  however, he didn't even look away from the skank that was on his lap.

    I slowly made my way outside the club, already feeling the wetness on my cheeks. I was about to exit the door, when a drunk man wandered in. The exit area of the club was secluded, separated from the real club, so that meant that it was only he and I that were here. His eyes immediately locked on me. A grin spread across his features instantly.  "Well, hello pretty". He stuttered.

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