Whispers in the Shadows (ON HOLD)

3 ➸ cat and mouse

I can feel his eyes digging into the back of my skull.

His eyes are always on me, even when I think I'm safe from his gaze.

Damon Lauder.

My personal hell in the form of a human.

Death is what they call him and the nickname is more than suitable.

He's violent, cruel, and fucked up in every sense of the word.

But then again, so is everyone else at this school...including me.

Damon and I grew up together.

My parents died in a car crash when I was ten meaning we had to stay with him and his family.

Our mothers were best friends.

No, we're not siblings.

Lia and I were never adopted by them but they gave us a roof to sleep under until we turned 18.

Living with the Lauders was...interesting.

They were a very dysfunctional family.

Mr.Lauder was constantly gone on business trips.

Mrs.Lauder was a stay-at-home mom with the biggest heart.

And Damon...he was always Satan's spawn.

I remember the day we moved in like it was yesterday.

It was a couple of weeks after my parents' funeral.

Lia and I were still pretty on edge but Mrs.Lauder made us feel very welcomed.

Mr.Lauder wasn't home, obviously.

And Damon just watched us.

Or more so, me.

He was always hidden in the shadows but I could feel his dark eyes all over me.

My sister, being the same age as him, thought he was super cute and immediately had a crush on him.

She wouldn't stop talking to him and always wore her prettiest outfits for him.

But he never noticed, he was always in his own world.

I always tried to avoid him.

I was never big on speaking when I was little but when I did, it was mostly just to my sister.

Growing up, Damon had...interesting hobbies.

He had a small pocket knife his grandfather gifted him and he would go out and hunt whatever poor animal happens to be in the garden.

I remember watching with wide eyes as he killed the animal quickly and painlessly before cutting open its insides and inspecting it.

Not in disgust or anything.