~Ouija~ (A Dip Story)

•°~Monomania~°•

(Monomania is a mental disorder in which a person is totally obsessed with a singular idea, or thought of something. I think you know where this is escalating to. I have a challenge, read this as if you're listening to Dangerously Yours. Philip as the female, and Damien as the male. DARE.)

Pip's Perspective:
I seem to be drinking something. It tastes... Weird. Unexplainably weird. Like the smell of alcohol. It...It is alcohol. A very large glass of it. Damien comes near me, and immediately, it seems we're arguing. Like my sister and her husband do. He always ends up brutally harmed.

He apparently starts to hit me, and I start crying while yelling at him even louder. This would've never happened in reality. He would've been out of my house if he did this. After hitting and yelling at me for a bit, after bruising me up and cutting me, I lay on... My bed?

After a few seconds, he comes up to me, and he kisses my lips while pulling me into his arms. I want to rip his fucking face to little shreds. He starts to nuzzle his face into my neck, and he apologizes to me. He then pins me up against the wall, and he starts to kiss me again, then he immediately goes back to being a sweetheart.

"Get off me, Dami..." I whispered to him, and he looked a bit angry from that. "What? Can a man not love all up on his fiancé?" ...Okay, when the hell did I decide to marry him!? I sound uncomfortable, yet he keeps on kissing me.

"Get off of me, baby... I don't... I don't like you doing this to me right now..." He looks down at me as he pushes himself against my hips, making his grip and my place on the wall more firm. "Hm... I don't think I should, my lovely..." He kisses me again, and despite my constant protests, he held my hips even tighter. He leaned into my ear and...

I woke up. My face was buried in his chest, and his arms were around me. What a weird position this was to be in. He held me oddly close to him, and his face was buried in my hair, along with my TV producing some annoying ass white noise. I began to shake Damien awake, and he woke up immediately. Suspiciously enough, immediately.

"Good morning, baby..." He whispered to me,  and God, what was wrong with him? Jesus Christ. "Oh, well, good morning, sweetheart!" That was the first pet name that came to mind. I'm so, so sorry that I did that. I honestly didn't mean to call him that.

"You know, you were hot as hell last night..." Oh, shit. I began to forget about that. Why in hell did he have to remind me of that? "...Yeah, good, good....You're so...Sweet." I barely managed to whisper those few words. God, why'd I lose my virginity to THIS creature, out of all the other hot guys out there?

I mean, sure, he's sexy, but he's dumb as shit. His voice isn't even attractive either, unless he shuts the fuck up and only whispers to you very rarely. I thought that he would look better when we were having sex. But, nope, absolutely not. He looked like ground beef.

He pulled me closer to him, and buried my face farther into his cloth covered chest. Thank the gods above and below that he had clothes on. I never wanna see him naked again, never. Not even past the grave, or in a future life. I don't wanna see this pathetic man whore.

OKAY, OKAY, ENOUGH EXPLAINING!

~Time skip because I have no more ideas~

He's been extremely clingy all day. Touchy, loving, hell, he made lunch. Surprisingly, it was pretty good. Would I ever eat any food he provides me with any other time in my life? Absolutely the fuck not. Fuck. No. I don't trust him one bit.

Anyways, he hasn't left me alone all day. The only time he did was when I had to use the restroom. He promised that he would hand me over his card this afternoon, but, in my eyes, I think he's trying to get another dick ride.

I'm not going to do that, of course. I'm already disgusted with the fact that I now have to remember that I lost my virginity to this asshole of a human being. Sorry, a creature of Satan.

My sister should be gone for about another week. I have to start hiding all of the things I've bought, and I also have to get rid of this demon in our household. I really do. She can sense odd behavior. But, I'll enjoy him while I can. And by him, I'm pretty sure everyone knows what I mean.

Damien's Perspective:

Why am I being so nice to him!? I mean, sure, he's an easy target, but he's genuinely sweet too. For some reason, I can't be rude to him today! I made him food, I DIDN'T WANNA MAKE HIM FOOD! WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THIS FOR HIM!? WHY. THE. HELL. AM. I. DOING. THI-

No. I don't. I...I do NOT like him! I DON'T! I WOULD NEVER LIKE A USELESS, BROKE, PATHETIC, GOLD-DIGGING, PIECE OF SHIT! I REFUSE TO THINK THAT I EVER WOULD!

Unless I...unless I could...Ah, damnit. How could I ever fall for a human being, this shitty? I don't know myself. Maybe it was his laughter, his attempts at yelling, or maybe...Just his personality? But, his personality was the most unattractive thing about him!

I...You know what? I'm going to hang out somewhere else, maybe that'll get my mind off of him for a little while. Maybe, just maybe, I won't have to focus on the fact that I could POSSIBLY be in love with him.

The only thing is that I don't think he's too interested in me. I think that he's interested in my money. That's the one reason why I'm so hesitant on telling him that I've actually developed any feelings. Dad, why the fuck did you make me fall for this whore..?

His...God, I think I could possibly be obsessed with him. WHY AM I OBSESSED WITH HIM!? SATAN!

The end!

Of this chapter 😍
Sorry for not posting, I became extremely sick for a while. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE <3

Word count: 1090

BYE-BYE, HOES♥️