Assassins Target // Dip Fanfiction

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Chapter Eight: "Ignore it"
Damien's POV
October 11th, 2006
4:46 P.M.

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I was in the living room, watching T.V. I was honestly hungry, I didn't need food to live but I was still able to get hungry. Unlike dad. He never got hungry, but he just ate because he wanted to.

I yawned, tired from school. I also felt a bit, bad? I don't know. After getting those hugs, I really felt worse that my father never gave me hugs. Shit. If I just keep getting hugs from Philip I might get attached.

No, I won't. I'll just act as a friend, then have the dreams get worse and worse. If he doesn't go insane by then and off himself, I'll do it myself. Part of the contract is to make the victim feel as bad as possible, so I'll make sure that it happens.

I heard the door swing open then slam, followed by loud stomps. I heard them going to the living room, and I heard the door that opened to the living room.

"Damien Thorn!" I heard my father yell, and I looked over. "Yes?"

"Why the hell would you help the person you're trying to kill?! You haven't done this for anyone else! What the fuck do you think you're doing?! If you get paid less I'm going to take all the fucking money you get for all of your fucking life!"

"Dad I-"

"Don't call me dad anymore! I'm so fucking done with you! Why can yo7 not do anything fucking right?! I can't handle you anymore! All you do is fuck shit up! I did not think you could make anything worse, but you fucking did! How the fuck do you do that?!"

I just listened to him yell, and it really hurt to be yelled at. Dad- Satan never really acknowledged me, but that meant he never yelled. And trust me, his yelling hurts a lot.

After a bit, I just ended up ignoring his yelling. I made myself think of something else or fill my head with words.

He eventually got a call and switched his voice to a caring, sweet one. Probably one of his boyfriends. He switches boyfriends more often than I take out the garbage.

He exited the room and I turned around to face the T.V. But, his words really got to me. He's correct. Why am I like this? Why do I have to slip up all the time? I've tried my best, but my best is never enough. I wanted to make him proud, but I'm just a disappointment to him.

I felt tears go to my eyes and started to cry, crying became loud sobs. I knew my father. Shit. Satan wouldn't hear since he's out with his boyfriend or whatever. I hit myself, wondering why I have to be like this. Why can't I just be normal? Why can't my father be proud of me?

I've done everything he's told me to. He's never appreciated it once. Hell, I'm the reason he has money! He just uses me!

Not like I can do anything about it. As soon as i'm eighteen, I'm gonna leave and he has to get his own job! I'll make sure to never get near him again.

Ugh, I'm such a disappointment. Estella knows it may take awhile to finish the job, but I normally get it done quickly. She seems like she would not take that well.

I do take some time to do some jobs, but killing Philip would be easy, right? Not like anyone would care. God, I need to get this done.

A/N

Sorry I haven't posted every day like I mentioned I would. Mental health has not been good.