Little Witch || (Devil's Night fanficion)

[23] "You'll Learn How To Be A Torrance Again."

(Clarification: if you feel like the story is jumping too fast, it's because the canon story fills in the rest. I'll still try my best to pinpoint where we are in the books but let me know if you don't get it.♡)

DAMON

I walked out of the car, Lily’s voice filling my ears as she yapped about some new books arriving at the Meridian City library. She was cute but Jesus…did she ever stop talking? I couldn’t help but let out a sigh, shaking my head.

“Puppy, you’re really cute but please…my ears are about to fall off…”
I said, and I watched her glare at me before she finished her summary of a horror book or whatever. Brat.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I fished it out, glancing at the screen. My expression turned sour, and a deep scowl appeared on my face. Lily’s voice stopped and instead she got closer, her eyes looking up at me.

“Hey…what is it…?” She asked and I showed her the screen. A text by one of my father’s assistants. “Mr. Torrance wants to see you.” 

“Don’t go. He’s definitely pissed off because of you screwing off the plans you made together…What if he hurts you?” Lily said, and I softened my eyes as I looked at her. 

“Don’t worry, I can handle my old man. But I don’t trust you to be alone, that bastard could be plotting something. Go to Delcour, and stay there until I call you.” I instructed and she let my words sink in, I could tell by her eyes she was determined to fight back against my father, but this wasn’t something that concerned her, and I didn’t want to involve her.

“Damon…” She started, but her voice trailed off, she nodded defeated. 

“Okay, fine…but be careful please…I have a bad feeling about it…” 

She said, her voice solemn and dark. Yeah, no shit. Nothing good could ever happen when my father was concerned. But I needed to face him, I needed to cut my ties with him somehow, I needed to make sure he couldn’t destroy my life ever again.

“Hey, you can’t get rid of me, so don’t worry too much. I’ll call you soon, I promise.” I said, my arm sneaking around her waist and I kissed her lips, hungrily, as if I was starved. She nodded and smiled against my lips, before calling a taxi, and getting in. Through the window, I saw her lips moving, mouthing “I love you.” I winked at her, cockily and I said it back, quietly. “Love you, Little Witch.” 

I drove through the big street that led to Thunder Bay, a cigarette in my mouth, my foot pushing the pedal, going way over the speed limit. Despite my usual cold appearance I was nervous, I knew my father was planning something, and despite his aging he still had very much power over me and all of his domain. Goddammit.

I entered the driveway of the Torrance estate, the watchtowers of the big mansion standing solemnly over the rooftop and my eyes locked on the one where my old bedroom used to be, bad memories flooding my mind. My mother’s voice, her touches, her body pressing on mine. Fuck. No, think about Lily. Think about Lily. I imposed myself, as my jaw and fists clenched so hard I wasn’t feeling them anymore. I walked into the house, cigarette in my mouth, hands in my pocket, putting on a show. Cocky and arrogant, that was my usual facade. My father’s men were all dressed in dark suits, the house was of course filled with people, men in expensive clothes, drank and loitered around talking business. Women of all ethnicities walked in their skimpy dresses and heels, keeping company to the men, some of them being more explicit than others making this place looking like a damn brothel. Somehow it felt weirdly nostalgic, I’ve seen this shit for all of my life, no wonder sex to me was absolutely normal and filthy. I’ve never learned that sex could be intimate, to me it was just satisfying your needs, and women were just objects to use. But things were different now. She made it all different.