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Chapter 42: We're Done

Damien marched over to us.

"I-uh." I tried to speak.

He grabbed both Violet's and my wrists and dragged us out of the place. We got outside and Damien let go of our hands to look at both of us.

"Damien. We-" Violet spoke up.

He put his hand up. "Don't." There was anger seething through his voice. He walked over to his car and pointed at it. "Get in."

Violet and I quickly scurried to his car. I wanted to sit in the backseat, but Damien glared at me and I quickly opened the passenger side door and sat down.

He pulled out of the parking lot, none of us had said anything. His knuckles were basically white from gripping the steering wheel.

We reached the apartment in 20 minutes and not a single word had been said. I was beginning to think Damien would never speak to me again.

We stepped inside and turned on the lights. Violet and I looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Both of us were standing in the living room.

Damien came up in front of us. I gulped down the lump in my throat.

"ARE YOU TWO OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MINDS? I TELL YOU ONE THING. ONE GODDAMN THING! AND YOU DO THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE!" Damien yelled so loud, I was sure all of New York heard him.

"Damien. We didn't think you-" Violet quietly said.

"DAMN RIGHT YOU DIDN'T THINK, VIOLET! I TOLD YOU TO KEEP HER INSIDE. AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU TAKE HER OUT! AND OF COURSE, YOU TOOK HER THERE OF ALL PLACES! YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE HANG OUT THERE!" Damien yelled at his sister, and I had enough.

"Damien. First of all, don't yell at Violet. I'm the one who asked if I could come with her. I practically begged her and she reluctantly agreed. And two. Don't talk about me like I'm a fucking object or pet or something! You can't just tell me what I can and cannot do!" I yelled at him.

He raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down. Then he turned to Violet. "Violet. Go to your room. I'll talk about this with you later." Violet quickly ran off to her room, not looking back.

Now it was just Damien and me.

"Damien." I stepped towards him, but he stepped back.

"Just don't, Naya." He waved me off and walked into the hallway, towards his room.

I sat down on the sofa and buried my face in my hands.

What could go wrong? What COULD go wrong?

Everything, Naya. Everything.

I sat upright and stared straight ahead.

I hated making him upset. He was only trying to look out for me. Even if it was in his weird Damien way where he kept me inside all day. But, I still deserved to be treated like a human. I didn't need him to make all the decisions for me. And I needed to tell him this. I wasn't about to let a stupid fight like this get in our way.

I stood up from the sofa and slowly walked towards his room. Before opening the door, I gave myself a little pep talk.

Tell him how you feel. Don't back down.

I slowly twisted the doorknob and opened the door. I saw Damien sitting on the bed, his legs stretched out in front of him and his head against the headboard. As I approached him, I noticed his eyes were closed.

"Damien?" I softly said.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at me. "What is it, Naya?"

I stood at the end of the bed. "I-I." Girl. Now is not the time to forget how to speak. I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Damien. I didn't mean to make you angry. It's just- I just..." Just spit it out.