This isn't love this is torture

Chapter 3 - pry dog

TW: SA, implied SH, fowl language, disowning, ED

          "so.." I say as I nibble on a huge pizza as a bone man hands Donnie his olive pizza. It was odd to be around these many yokai or whatever they were called. I keep my head down as numerous mutant's glare at me, with Donnie glaring back. I mean, I wanted to be noticed but not like this. Not like a freak, in a room full of freaks. It's really ironic."um.. you like your pizza?" I ask, trying to avoid the mutant's stares that were like daggers. It was PAINFUL to just be sitting.

       He laughs at my attempt to change the topic "Why yes, in my opinion, Olive on pizza, is the best quality of pizza" He says with a proud ego, I giggle as I swallow my cheese. 

     "Damn, I'm a basic bitch aren't I?" I point to my cheese pizza, feeling a bit stupid. Donnie just frowned 

        "You know, swearing makes you look unintelligent" His drawn on eyebrows rest right above his eyes. I cower in my seat, I thought I looked cool, or at least laid back. Dammit Y/N, your so stupid! maybe you should go to the bathroom.. wonder what we should do.. you do have a box cutter in your bag right-

"oh right sorry.." I need to get my head out of the clouds before I snap and kill everyone and then myself. "I just- I mean.." I stumble over my words, "i'm the worst, sorry" ugh. 

      "Yes you are the worst" He grumbles, ouch. That hurt, I haven't been hurt by someone else in a long time. I mean after I was first SA'd I tried to interact with others, but after the last 5... I just.. Stopped. I left home, they didn't want me anyways. I just couldn't stand other people hurting and hurting me. So I just numbed myself from the world, my only interactions with my landlord and my boss. But I really didn't expect someone to flat out agree with me that I'm the worst, espsically the guy who was taking me for dinner. 

   "um.." I tried to smile, to look normal. Shit. Ugh.

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         He drops his fork to the plate - wait was he eating pizza with a fork??? okay weird.. - wiping any pizza remains around his mouth with a napkin, his eyes closed. Donnie seemed to not even care for being rude. Well he was paying so I shouldn't be mad. 

              "wheres your wallet?" Don asks, holding his hand out. NO! I thought he was paying!

"um, I- I thought you were paying" I stumble over my words, I didn't want to sound greedy. Plus I did not have the money to pay for both of our food. Let alone mine, this place was hella expensive. That's why I chose the most generic pizza and the most cheapest. 

"I am" He replies calmly

"but then-"

"just hand it over." He growls. I nod quickly, not wanting to make him mad. I fiddle with the wallet in my pocket as I hand him out a Sanrio themed wallet. He opens it with my ID, and a few bucks and one debit card. And.. the last photo of me and my parents. 

    "How much money do you have in your debit account" He asks, taking note of the Sanrio theme. 

     "Not much, I'd say about enough to pay rent every month."
     "how much is rent?"
        "2,000$ US (2692.50 CA)" I say quietly, that was not a lot. Including I had to eat and take care of my pets, but I just stole stuff for them. 

          Donnie grumbles "what would you do without me" He goes to his purple pouch, handing me- WHAT THE FUCK

         "I-I" I mumble as I stare wide eyed at the $10,000 in front of me "I- can't take this- th-that's too much Don" I shook my head as I pushed back the money.