Mind games | Damon torrance x oc

chapter seven❄️

Present

MAYA

"Fuck my adhd brain what the fuck" rubbing my temples trying to soothe the headache that hit me all of the sudden.
I always struggled with thinking so much is so little time and being diagnosed with adhd didn't help either.

Remembering all this shit was so painful I could feel my heart sinking to my feet. To think he was my world at one point was crazy. I don't hate him, that's something i could never do, I didn't even understand why my fucking brain worked like this but I have to live with it.

I reach into my pocket trying to get another cigarette from the pack realizing it's empty. Deciding that I need to get my shit together, I start to head back to the party inside when I see something out of the corner of my eye. Like a tall dark figure.

I squint in its direction trying to see what the hell it is. I freeze in place realizing he probably followed me here.

" I hope you realize how truly pathetic you are" I say blowing smoke out of my mouth. " the damon I knew would've never done something so sickening and petty. Not to mention childish as shit".

I keep staring hard at his shadow. " the damon I gave all those opportunities to wouldn't have done this. But maybe just maybe in the end, I didn't fucking know him at all"

He finally came into the light looking like some sort of angel with black wings. Psycho. " you didn't give me opportunities, because you know damn well I would've found them anyway. And don't you ever fucking think I am who I am today because of you" he says staring hard into my eyes.

This was the first time we were so close to each other in years. The last time I saw him was in prison. My heart picks up from his smell, nicotine mixed with.... was that the fucking perfume I bought him for his birthday?. He really did get fucking pathetic.

" I would never say I have anything to do with you being who you are, because that's shameful how could create such a fucking monster that gets off on destroying everything in his path cause mommy traumatized him when he was a little boy. I would bury myself 6 feet under alive". I knew that was low but I didn't fucking care, he wants to go low I'll go 6 feet under.

His face falls like I slapped him, I certainly hope I did with my words. He backs me up against the wall gripping my neck. " if you ever say some shit like that I swear you'll be nothing but a useless bitch on the sidewalk". Hearing the word bitch directed at me from his mouth drove me over the edge. I slap him across the cheek with all my might and knee him in the nut sack. " you forgot something you fucking piece of shit" I kneel by him gripping his hair tipping his hair back so he's looking at me. "Since we were eleven I was the only one who could fight and control you, and it'll always stay that way".

I hear laughter behind me, turning my head I see the guys, winter and rika coming out of the bar. " Hey what the fuck are you fucking doing? What the fuck is happening?" Will says patting me checking if I'm okay. " if you think you can fucking do this shit to her, terrorize her while we're here. Then you don't fucking remeber us very well do you". Before I could stop will, he launches at damon tackling him to the ground. With the help of kai and micheal, the three of us finally get him off of damon.

But I notice something bizzare, there isn't a single injury on will from damon fighting back. My chest contracts at the thought of him maybe realizing he made a huge fucking mistake that blew everything up. He didn't make great job of showing it that's for sure. And until then, I don't give a shit about him.

Damon gets up, wiping the blood from his nose on his shirt sleeve. He looks at me one last time before walking away without saying another word. Rika hugs me immediately, "are you sure you're okay?" She looks back and forth in my eyes. "I promise you I'm fine. I hurt him, not the other way around" I say smiling at her, hugging her again.

"Cmon, let's get back inside and party this shit away. I'm not letting him ruin the fact that I fucking won the race". We all then head back to the party, me making sure I didn't drink more than I already did because i have training in 2 days and I couldn't fuck up my sleep schedule or health.

What happened didn't leave my mind the entire night. No matter how much shit I did to distract myself. It just never went away. Slipping away to the club bathroom, I throw water on my face grateful I wore waterproof makeup this one time.

' I need to get my fucking shit together ' I thought to myself. I couldn't let him ruin me while I had work. The last thing I would do is fuck myself over at work for man, especially for someone like him.

Even if I don't have anything or anyone, I still had my job. And that isn't changing anytime soon. Not for a guy that ruined me and everyone i care about and did nothing to fix his fucking mess.