Devil's Darling ~ Miguel O'hara +18

Prologue

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They say that when someone dies, their whole life flashes before their eyes..

The bad, the good, all moments run through their mind and in front of their eyes like a movie, this is what I'm going through at the moment.. Not dying, to clarify.

Let's say I'm drunk as hell.

There were cameras flashes, shuffling, music, fans squeal and shaking of those loud beads that drove me crazy at times, it kept getting worse at the sight of my fans, bumping onto each others, trying to use anything to bring my attention.

I've had the spotlight on me for two years now, but I can't seem to control myself anymore.

Grinning I oblige. The selfie-sticks come out and the flash of camera phones, but I don't feel annoyed. These people are my fans, and their excitement and passion is what drives me.

I will give them a few more minutes, signing a few autographs and escape this mess.

my legs swaying as if I've misplaced my balance. The crowd roars with excitement, and I raise my hands in the air to welcome their adulation. But as I look out into the sea of faces, all I can see are blurry shapes and distorted colors. I've had too much to drink, and the effects are starting to catch up with me, but it's one face I can see clearly.

"Yo Y/n, you sign this for me bitch" shouts the familiar face who was looking at me between the crowd

Someone is drawing attention by offending me but he looks familiar?

As he draws near, I realize with a start that he bears an uncanny resemblance to someone..

"Hit him" says the voice in the back of my head, all the negative emotions that I've been suppressing bubble to the surface.

I stagger forward, trying to maintain my balance. The booze has dulled my senses, and my movements are slow and labored, my head is swimming, and I'm feeling dizzy. I can't think straight. But in that moment, something inside me snaps. My temper flares, and my fist shoots out.

- LOUD WACK - '

I punch him and let out a frustrated grunt. The sound reverberates through my muscles and bones, the guy falls backwards, gasping for air.

Suddenly, the crowd descends on me, shouting and screaming. I'm grabbed by my guards and hauled away, still woozy and disoriented from the punch and the alcohol, but that guy..

His face morphs into someone else not the one I saw at first, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I've just assaulted an innocent man, let my anger and frustration overcome me, and acted out of fear and hatred, but he called me a bitch..

Did he?..

That have been building within me for so long spill out in an ugly, violent outburst.