𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 (ANGEL)
Older. Scary. Silent.
Damon Lars was always lurking in the shadows, a sinister presence that scared me. It would be oblivious for me not to notice him even in the darkest areas. He was there. Maybe invisible to ot...
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JAXON CRIST
I shut the door to my room, the sound reverberating through the walls, a sharp echo of my frustration. Dropping onto the bed, I buried my face in my hands, trying to keep my emotions in check. Anger swirled in my chest, suffocating and relentless. I didn't want Damon anywhere near Marcella, yet somehow, it had already happened. It was too late. I had no control over it, and it made me sick.
In one reckless moment, I'd lost two of the most important people in my life—my sister and my best friend. The betrayal burned like a fresh wound.
The door creaked open, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. Liliana stepped inside hesitantly. Her delicate features were laced with concern as she hovered near the door. "Dollface, come here," I muttered, my voice low and strained as I held out my arms for her.
Without hesitation, she crossed the room and slipped into my embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around me. For a fleeting moment, her warmth soothed the chaos in my mind. "I can't believe they all went behind my back," I said bitterly, my grip tightening around her. "I should've known better. The only person I can trust is you because clearly, everyone else is fake."
Liliana tensed slightly, her face shifting away from mine. Her gaze dropped to the floor, a movement so subtle I might have missed it if I weren't holding her so close.
That's when it hit me. I pulled back just enough to look at her, my eyes narrowing. "Liliana..." My voice hardened, the weight of suspicion creeping in. "Baby, please tell me you didn't know either."
Her shoulders stiffened, and she hesitated, her lip catching between her teeth. "I didn't think they were serious..." she began, her voice almost a whisper. "I've seen a bit, but—"
I stepped away abruptly, anger flaring like a match to gasoline. Walking to the window, I turned my back on her, my fists clenching at my sides.
"Jaxon, please," she said, her voice breaking as she moved closer. "Don't do this. Don't break up with me. Please."
I could feel her presence behind me, her hand brushing against my arm, but I didn't turn around. I couldn't. I didn't trust myself to speak without lashing out.
I was obsessed. I was in love. She had to know I wasn't going to let her go. I just needed time to think. Time to cool off. "Liliana, I just want to be alone right now," I muttered, gently pushing her hand away.
Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "No... are we okay? You're not even calling me Dollface."
I exhaled sharply, turning to face her, my frustration evident. "I'm not okay," I admitted finally, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. "I'm not okay with what's happening. I'm not okay with everything going on—and with my girlfriend lying to me."
Her face fell, guilt and heartbreak written in every line of her expression. "Where are you going?" she asked softly, following me as I grabbed my leather jacket from the back of a chair.
