We will continue where we left off last time.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened with each passing second, his cold eyes fixed on the road ahead. Thoughts raced through his mind—dark thoughts that no one could imagine. All the ways to hurt another human being. Yet, an evil smile played on his lips. With every passing streetlamp, his anger grew. The speedometer needle crept upward as the engine roared. His phone was ringing nonstop... at one point, he couldn't ignore it anymore. Rhea, Liv, Aleister, Shotzi—calls from people he knew, and even some unknown callers. Dozens of missed calls, dozens of unread messages. It was slowly driving him insane, but he had a solution.
He reached over and turned on the radio.
He knew the lyrics to this song, and all he could do was chuckle and smile.
At one point, he started singing along:
Damien:
Still feel it all slipping away, but it doesn't matter anymore
Everybody's still chipping away, but it doesn't matter anymore
Look through these blackened eyes
You'll see ten thousand lies
My lips may promise, but my heart is a whore
He sped up, cars flashing by in the blink of an eye. His phone continued to ring, one caller after another, messages pouring in one by one. Meanwhile, Rhea sat on their couch, phone in hand, tears falling onto the screen. Liv paced back and forth, worry etched on her face. Aleister sat on the ground, leaning against a wall, Shotzi beside him. They all wanted to know what was going on. They all wanted to help him. If only they knew that Jay wasn't there anymore.
Tampa💀
He turned a corner, and his old apartment building came into view. He grabbed the handbrake and drifted into a park, like he was Ken Block. Once he got out, he made his way to the front door. As he scanned the names of the residents, he found it:
Kaufman
Ring ring*
After a moment, a voice came through the speaker.
Alexa: Y-Yes?
Damien: Lexiii...
Alexa: (crying) P-Please, I'm sorry.
Damien: I know... I know, and that's why I'm here.
Alexa: W-What?
Damien: I forgive you... I want to hug you once more... You smelled so fucking good.
Alexa: I... I...
Damien: I just want to squeeze the life outta you. Haha.
Alexa: Please, go home.
Damien: Come on, let me in... What could he—I...i mean, what could I do to you?
Alexa: ...
Damien: Okay... What about those messages about us fucking? I'm here and I'm up for it.
Alexa: It was just a joke.
Damien: The joke is me standing here when I could have kicked these fucking doors down...(smile) So please, just... let... me... in.
Just then, one of the residents approached and greeted him. Damien smiled and nodded.
Resident: Can I help you?
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SECOND CHANCE/ Rhea Ripley x Male OC
FanfictionJay Carter, born and raised in Portland, grew up as an orphan. At 18, he was thrust into the world with nothing but determination. Homeless and struggling, Jay found work at a small car repair shop, where the owner saw potential in him. As Jay honed...
