Douglas.
I am currently in a position that I never thought I would be in.
Cleaning a wound that I caused.
And that's not even the worst part.
It's Atlas's wound.
I am cleaning the wound of a guy that I hate. A guy which I loathe. And you might ask yourself why. Well, Sage can't even walk straight, her parents aren't home and that leaves only me. First I suggested we leave him in a ditch somewhere, but Sage wasn't that drunk though. Funny thing was, I had to drag both Sage and him inside.
So here I am, stitching up some douchebag's knee.
"You know, I hate you" he stated. I looked at him with a no-shit-sherlock expression painted on my face, raising my eyebrow to urge him to continue. "But your face is too close to my dick for my liking. Not that I have anything against you being gay, but I just didn't know about you and your enemies-to-lovers kink."
I pressed on his wound, and he flinched slightly. "You fucking dick" he muttered.
"How about your fucking small dick" I said while pointing at it with a challenging smirk.
From his sitting position on the chair, he leaned forward, grabbed my collar and pulled me closer to his crotch.
"Now, does this look small to you?" He pushed me back again and smirked.
"Fucking asshole" I muttered again, earning a shrug from him.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but-"
"Shut up, will you?" I said as I pressed more on his wound. Atlas let out a train of curses. Sage groaned at the amount of noise coming from the kitchen. I put her on the couch next to a bucket, so when she decides to empty her stomach she doesn't puke over the couch, at least not on my account.
After I finished stitching Atlas up, I checked up on Sage. I lifted her up and brought her to her room.
"Doug?" She whispered.
"Yeah I'm here, is there anything you need? Water?"
"No, no, I'm fine. What... what happened?" Oh fuck.
What the fuck do you say to that? Yeah, sorry. I kind of shot Atlas. Why? Because I felt like it. Yeah, let's not.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, princesa." I pressed a kiss against her forehead and pulled her blanket over her already sleeping body. I looked one more time at the peaceful scene and then closed the door.
As I was walking downstairs I got pissed immediately.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked with annoyance laced in my tone.
"Well, believe it or not, I had plans of walking out of this house before you shot me in the goddamn leg" he shot back. "I obviously can't drive home."
"Fuck" I sigh, throwing my head back. "I'll take you."
"Fuck no, I am not getting in a car with you."
"Can you at least be a little cooperative?"
"With what? You dumping me in a ditch? Look, that Sage is dumb enough to date you, doesn't mean I am. Stop hitting on me, or whatever you're doing, and leave me alone. I am sleeping over."
As soon as I opened my mouth to make a remark, he laid down on the couch where Sage was a few minutes ago and snuggles into it. "Alright" I sigh. I make my way upstairs to Sage her room, and snuggle behind her, keeping her close.
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Growing Fires with Old Ashes
Romance''While I was beating myself up over you. You were giving someone the butterflies that were meant for me.'' ----------- After years of being abandoned, drugs and alcohol, Atlas Bressett ends up becoming the new heir of the Usoro Mafia. He turned int...
