Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter eight Bathroom Floors
There's something so intoxicating about doing drugs at a party with flashing light and loud music. It's different and exciting. This was something Harper was more into than Damon, but he had agreed to go with her because he needed to get out of the house after getting his ass handed to him by his father.
Damon sat on one of what felt like hundreds of couches in the massive house. A plain red solo cup in his hand. He watched the people around him, something he did often because people normally ignored him. The smooth sensation of the alcohol touched Damon's lips as a girl and a guy fell down next to him on the couch. They were making out or to Damon, it looked like they were eating each others faces off.
He rolled his eyes and got up, walking to the kitchen where he saw a couple kids doing lines on the counter. Damon just refilled his cup then watched the 14 year old's do drugs on the counter, Harper amongst them.
"Damon! Come try!" Harper shouted over the loud music. "I'm good" Damon yelled back. "Come on dipshit" Harper groaned walking over and dragging Damon over to the group.
This was a normal thing in this part of Brooklyn. Older teenagers would have parties then the younger crowd would tag along. It was stupid kids, doing stupid things. But most of them didn't think they'd make it to be 16, so who gave a shit.
"Fine" Damon finally gave in after Harper basically begged his ear off. Damon placed his drink on the counter then took the dollar bill from one of the guys and put it to the edge of the white line that was on the counter. He didn't know what he was talking or what was in it, but he needed something and the school was closed so no boxing.
After a couple lines, Damon backed up. "Holy shit" Damon laughed. He had done drugs before and he always craved that euphoric feeling, but he wasn't addicted like Harper was.
But like everyone, Damon had his healthy ways of dealing with his shit and unhealthy. He was a fuck up child, what were you expecting?
Stumbling into the house, he was higher than the clouds and had done one too many lines. He quietly made his way up the stairs to his room and closed the door, falling onto his bed.
"Damon-"
"Damon.."
"Damon!" Damon shot up at the sound of his name. "We're here" Emily said as she got out of the SUV, Damon quickly followed. Damon followed next to her. "I heard your crazy" Emily said calmly as they both walked into the FBI building. "I already explained this to you" Damon sighed, calmly.
"I know" Emily nodded looking at him. "But, it's something about you, Damon. The way you walk and the way you speak" Emily said calmly as she continued to look at him. "You're different from most people and I like it" Damon knew this woman was gay or bisexual, because he could tell that she was just talking.
