The gangster that loved me (Damon Merrick x Made up character)

Morning thoughts

JADE
Waking up this morning was the hardest thing she had done in her life. For a millionth time she replayed yesterday night. The old mill, the band, those guys and finally, Damon. She saw his eyes, his smile, his tattoos. Those muscles working under his leather jacket. He was perfect in many ways. With a sigh she stood up, and walked over to the mirror. The person in the mirror stared back with brown, sleepy eyes and messed up hair. A sudden knock on the door forced her attention away from her reflection. "Oh, I see our little rebel finally woke up!" Her mother said, scanning her from the head to the toes like a robot. "Don't look so surprised, your father installed cameras outside a week ago, so we know when you came home last night". She added. Fuck. Jade hated how she was constantly controlled by her parents. They even wanted to install a tracking app on her phone, but changed their mind after she dropped it in front of a train. "I'm almost eighteen, mom! Let me live!" She said, rolling her eyes. Her mother shook her head, sighing. "We will have this conversation later. I recommend you to take a shower and wash that smell off." She added, leaving the room. Her mother was right, for once. Jade really smelled like beer and... vomit? Ugh. " Guess I will stay away from that for a moment" she mumbled, heading to the bathroom. The ice cold water gave her a brutal good morning. This will be a long day, she thought.

DAMON
For Damon, the few hours of sleep were enough. He looked around his dirty room. Not even an eternity of jail would make him clean this mess. He lived alone, and never really looked forward to let anyone inside his empty heart. Until now. As a kid, he was in and out of foster homes, and the last four years before he turned eighteen, what was ages ago, he ended up in jail for stabbing his foster father. Life taught him the hard way. But look at him now! He had the old mill, drugs he sold, and his best friend, Frank Bowers. They met at one of those illegal dog fights. He looked like a tough guy, but when he saw that pup, he spent a lot of cash to take it home, what was an old camper. Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Speaking of the devil. "Frank, my man! Did you enjoy yesterday's concert?" He started. After a long pause, he finally answered. "It was fun, until a freaking punk tagged my wheels! 'Definitely Absolutely not a meth lab' I've got into a lot of trouble!" He felt sorry for his friend. He didn't do drugs. He only sold them. "Hey, Frank. One of my guys told me some bitch fucked him up really bad. What was his name...Sheldon?" Damon suddenly remembered the conversation he had with one of his newest members in the gang. "Well, he was after a girl I've met. I like her." He wasn't the only one who had a crush on someone, then. "Hey, wanna hang out today?" He asked. They had a lot to talk about.
Author: Heeeey guys! That was another chapter! I really hope you liked it. I'm already working on another one. What do you think: where should they meet again? If you want me to change something in the story, add something or if you have any requests, feel free to comment! Look out for new updates! ❤️