He's trapped me in his sights.
Waiting to consume me.
He wants to awaken the darkness inside me.
Possess it and own me.
Damon West is bad news.
He might appear charming on the outside.
But that's only a mask he wears to hide the true predator inside...
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I'm miserable.
A kind that eats you from the inside out.
My heart has shattered into a million pieces. The shards are stabbing and cutting everything around them.
After finding out about Damon's engagement and my awful nightmare, I've just been robotically going through the motions of each day.
I still haven't given Damon my attention; I've been avoiding him for the last two days. It's harder than it sounds. He's cornered me multiple times, forcing me to hear the words "arranged marriage."
It makes sense, it really does, but that doesn't stop the hurt of finding out from Brittney. She flaunted that ring like it was some prize. Damon might not have wanted it, but she sure as hell did.
The news that the engagement was off surfaced the day after. Brittney's whole life was turned upside down when the authorities arrested her father. Everyone has been gossiping about her, not just behind her back but to her face.
Part of me feels sorry for her, but the other part finds some sick satisfaction in her downfall. The queen of the school is now a peasant like the rest of us.
"Do you really think her dad did that?" Annabelle says as we take our seats in class.
"I don't know. I guess it will all come out in court."
"I mean, the police have enough evidence to charge him with embezzlement. The rumor is he was stealing money from the companies he's a shareholder in to pay off his gambling debts."
I sigh, "I know she's a class-A bitch, but it must be hard losing everything in a day. The police would have seized all their assets."
"I say she deserves it."
"Annabelle," I laugh.
The bell rings, signaling the start of class. Damon, Ace, and Storm stroll in at the last second taking their usual seats.
Damon's eyes are drilling holes into me like he can force me to talk to him. I avert my gaze and sigh.
Nothing has felt right. In fact, everything feels wrong. I don't want to, but I do; I miss him.
It's been only a few days since it all happened. In that time, I've felt nothing but an overwhelming emptiness.
I swallow, trying to banish some of those emotions.
It doesn't work.
My eyes instinctively find his, and it's like he's studying me intently, peeling off my skin and peeking inside me.
He wants me to break; he wants me to walk back into his trap willingly, waiting for the next time he decides to attack.
I won't be able to handle his games anymore. I'm barely handling anything now.
