The Monsters Inside and Out (Scott Howl x Depressed Reader)

88. Partners in Crime

You brush your teeth, get your pajamas on, turn on your alarm, and finally lay down in bed. You pull the covers over you to get cozy. When you close your eyes to finally go to sleep, you hear a knock at the window. You groan and sleepily rub your eyes and walk over to your window. Of all people to be waiting on the other side, it's Damien. He angrily looks down at his phone, waiting for you to answer. You knock on the window to get his attention again. When he looks up, you put a finger over your mouth, telling him to be quiet. You gently open the window and stick your head out. "What do you need?" "Listen noob, Mrs. what's-her-face gave me another week's worth of detention, and now I'm pissed about it. You know that favor that you owe me? I'd like to cash it in now." He stares at you angrily in an expression that you can't say no to. You ask, "What are you planning to do?" "Oh you'll see when we get there. Just hurry up and keep quiet, all right?" You nod in agreement, showing that you understand. You go back into your house, get changed again, grab your phone, and crawl out the window. You both walk around your house and down the street to where Damien parked. You're glad that he didn't park right in front of your house, but you don't say anything about it. You get into the front passenger seat and Damian gets in the driver's seat. He starts the car and drives off.

You look out the window as you pass house after house, wondering where you two could be going. Damian takes a turn out of town and begins driving along a country road. Nervously twiddling your thumbs, you wait in anticipation for whatever it is he wants you to do. After about 30 minutes of driving, Damien finally pulls down a driveway, pulling up to a house that you had never seen before. "Damien.. Whose house is this and why are we here?" Damien turns to you, grinning like a madman. "This is Mrs. what's-her-face's house. We're getting some revenge." "What exactly do you plan on doing?" "You'll see." He stops the car and gets out, signaling for you to follow him. He goes around to the back of his car and opens his trunk, revealing multiple cartons of eggs, a bucket of water balloons filled with a red substance, a few cans of spray paint, and multiple bottles of alcohol and cloth. Damien snickers, "Let's get to it."

He grabs the cartons of eggs from his trunk and hands one of them to you. He makes his way towards the house and chucks one right at the wall. You pick one up from the carton and twirl around in your hand. Damien says, "What the hell are you waiting for? Toss it." You shouldn't be doing this. It's vandalism, but you're afraid of defying Damien. He could easily pound you to a pulp,so you can't just ignore what he wants. You take the egg in your hand and toss it at the wall. The crack sounds satisfying. "Yeah! That's what I'm fucking talking about," he says with a grin. With a grin on your face you grab another egg and throw it at the house. Every time you hear the cracking of the shell you can't help but get another rush of energy as you know what you're doing is wrong but it feels great doing it.

After you both finish your cartons of eggs, Damien goes back to his trunk and grabs the bucket full of water balloons. He puts them down between the two of you and he grabs one, tossing it at the house. It explodes and the red liquid inside bursts everywhere. You ask, "What is that stuff?" He grins, "It's ox blood." You pick up one of the balloons and look at it in your hand. It's cold, meaning that wherever it came from was killed a while ago. You grab a balloon and chuck it at the house, it explodes like Damien's did. You both continue to throw the balloons at the teacher's house, and by the time you've used all of them up, it looks like the entire side of her house was painted red. Damien punches your arm, "Hey, you're not too bad at this." You chuckle, "Thanks. I've got a lot of pent up anger."

Damien laughs and goes back to his truck again and grabs the cans of spray paint. He tosses one of them to you. h
He steps up to the house and begins spraying it. He just makes a bunch of doodles and shapes at random, also including a couple of penises. You think for a moment about what you want to do to the wall before giving up with any creative ideas and just spraying 'Motherfucking Cocksucking Slutty Ass Bitch.' After finishing, you step back to admire your handiwork. Damien immediately burst out into laughter, "That's fucking hilarious!" he says. You chuckle again at Damien's response.

He goes back one more time to grab the final touch. He takes a bottle of alcohol and a piece of cloth, stuffing it inside. He asks, "You ever heard of a Molotov Cocktail (Y/N)?" "Don't you light that part on fire, and then throw it, and then it explodes?" "Yeah. Why don't you do the honors?" You smile at Damien as he hands you the bottle. You ask, "Do you have a lighter?" "I do, but I think you can handle it, don't you?" He smiles, and you smile back. You tilt the bottle and put your hand under the cloth. You snap your fingers a few times, creating a few sparks. You snap just a few more times you finally light a flame. You hold the cloth up to it and catch it on fire. But just before you're able to throw it, a car pulls down the driveway. You both turn around with fear in your faces, thinking you've just been caught by the teacher, or the police. But it wasn't either of those. The person that was driving up the driveway was much worse. Your mother.