"Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart, and that damn stupid."
Billy Hargrove was a gift from your universe. The universe giving you a sense of relief in your life as if he were the key into finding true happiness after all the universe has put...
Wednesday, January 13th, 1986 Sierra Household 1:35 PM
Damien's POV:
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"Mom." I whisper in a hurt low tone.
"D-Damien, is that you baby?" My mother shivered in a soft tone, tears forming her eyes.
"Yeah, Yeah Mom it's me." I shake out a laugh as some tears begin to form in my eyes as well.
My mother drops the groceries to the floor as she speeds towards me throwing her arms around me, her entire body shaking as I allow the tears to fall, both of us now sobbing in each other's arms, the feeling of my warm mother who's touch I haven't felt in years, her scent from what I remember still the same as it danced in my nose to remember everything.
"How? I thought, WE thought, my first love was gone forever." My mother managed to croak out in between her sobs and sniffles.
I pull away from her touch as I hold her hands, guiding us to sit on the couch, taking a big deep breath in to tell her the truth, the truth of it all.
Telling her everything caused my heart to break, leaving my only mother into thinking I wasn't around hurt me more than what I felt for leaving my sisters. I told her the whole thing, starting when my father told me the plan, my last day seeing my family for a while, the whole drug situation, learning how to live without my mother and sisters, when my sisters came back to California, reconnecting with them, the whole plan into getting me out of this, and now being here in this exact moment.
"The only thing I'm begging of you mom, is to not be mad or disappointed in them, if it wasn't for them coming down and seeing me I wouldn't even be standing in this room right now, let alone in this town." I give my mother a comforting smile as she continues to sob and cry holding onto my hands all she does is nod in agreement, pulling her into a hug once more.
"You grew up, and I didn't get to watch, my first born I'm sorry I couldn't protect you from him or your sisters." She sniffles playing with wispy parts of my hair.
"Don't apologize to me ma, you couldn't have prevented it, we just now have to move on from it all." I smile at her.
"But ma, I need to ask. I NEED to know. Where is he? Where is my father." I widen my eyes as I ask the question to my mother, her expression changing to hurt and fearful.
"He's gone." She muttered under her breath.
"Gone where mom? Where is he." I clench my jaw, my thigh bouncing at the anticipation.
"He's dead."
Is it wrong of me to say I felt nothing. I felt no remorse. No pain. Instead I felt relief knowing that the bastard was gone, no more pain, no more suffering. It was all over.
