Making Me Laugh (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 37, Confrontations.

I saw Damon at the very end of September. Today was January 29th, meaning my 16th birthday. While everyone was having a sweet 16 for their birthdays, I was just going to chill at home with me, myself, and I. Oh and my laptop too.

My friends tried to make plans with me, but I politely refused. Morgan threatened to haul my ass over to her, but I just hung up on her. I was in no mood for her shit. Lily had called me and we talked briefly, if only fifteen minutes. And Evan threatened to go get Morgan so we could celebrate, but I said I would steal all of his weed if he did, which shut him up fast.

Everything between Morgan and Evan had been fixed enough. So the whole story was that they were actually both cheating in each other. They decided that the would call it a truce and they just went back to being friends. Or at least frenemies.

My only problem with everything was Lilypop. She couldn't smoke weed because of her accident so she had been going through some serious withdrawals. Hell, she was rarely at school as it was. When I had gotten home from Florida, I tried going to see her but the doctor refused to let me in. The only reason I had known she was going through weed withdrawals is because her mom had called for my weekly news update. I wasn't allowed to see Lily, but I did get the chance every now and then to talk to her on the phone, never Skype. She refused to show me her injuries and I always wondered why.

"Pick up the phone! Answer your text!" My phone screamed from my desk. I hopped off of my bed and grabbed it. Damon's name and picture popped up and I immediately answered it.

"Hello?" I said. My heart was beginning to pick up pace as I waited for Damon to say something. It was like this every single time he called me or I called him. I would begin to get nervous even though I had no reason to.

"Happy birthday beautiful." Damon's voice entered my ear. I smiled and blushed. He was the only person I wanted to talk to right now. Maybe he could make me forget what happened six years ago.

"Thanks Damon. I appreciate it." I told him honestly.

"What are you going to do to celebrate it?"

"Oh nothing." I said as I moved back to my bed. "I'm going to do what I do every year. Stay at home and Internet."

"You've done that every year? For how long?"

"I've been not celebrating it since I was 10. It stopped at 10. All parties, sleepovers, and everything like that stopped."

"Why?" Now, here's the thing about Damon and my relationship. I loved that boy to fucking death and I'd do anything for him, but I did keep a lot of things a secret and I know he did the very same. But you know, we were okay with not sharing everything. You weren't supposed to share everything until you really felt like you would be with them forever and at the moment. I knew I loved Damon, and I'd kill for him, but we'd have to be together for longer until I was ready to tell him my whole story.

I always had my doubts about being with Damon sometimes and I bet, no I knew, he had the very same. But he made me happy and I hoped that I did the very same.

"Well. My dad left a week or so before my tenth birthday..." I trailed off. "He never came back. I don't know what happened to him nor do I care."

"Ah. So, for six years, you've let him ruin you. You've let him destroy you even though he wasn't there?" Damon retorted. Woah woah woah. Where did that come from?

"Excuse me?"

He snorted before saying anything. "You heard what I said Samm. You've let him hurt you for six whole years even though he wasn't there. Is there something else that you're not telling me because that can't be a reason."