'You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style
You got that long hair, slicked bac...
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The wodden panel came flying of the wall, followed by a few more. A bunch of them in a pile on the middle of the makeshift kitchen he was starting to form. The hammer in his hand felt light anytime he swung it at an old piece of run down furniture or broken wall.
It had been just over a week since the attack, well not attack exactly because Laurent didn't hurt any of them.
Ever since then Damon had spent majority of his time in the old run down house, on the outskirts of the forest.
Right now he was still stripping it down, breaking everything other than the brick walls that the house was structured on. The house itself was a good structure, thats why Jackson originally brought it. But it was the inside that needed red making.
"It's coming along nicely Damon." Linda commented from where she sat in a chair away from the mess.
Once Damon had told her about what he was doing, admitting the truth to her, she came up with the idea of the of doing sessions at his house so that he could work on it while he also still talking to her, to keep his mind clear.
"Yeah." He muttered taking a deep breath as he stood back from all the mess he had made. "The breakdown is all done now. Just need to rebuild. I mean luckily the place was already destroyed on the inside."
Linda handed him a bottle of water, making sure to keep her eyes away from Damon's naked top half, his abs, his vline, the sweat dripping down him.
Maybe she was doing this aswell for her own pleasure as well. Not that she would ever make a move on this young man, no. He needed her help.
But that didn't say she was blind.
She raised an eyebrow at him when he tripped over a piece of wood on the floor.
"So. You have an idea on what you want it to look like?" Linda questioned as she looked around the room trying to picture whatever Damon had in his mind into her own.
Damon nodded his head. "Yeah, I want a white house, blue shutters, and a room over looking the river. I want a big old porch that wraps around the entire house." He told her, as he looked around the bottom floor of the house with a smile on his face.
He could see it already, the vision clear in his mind. Everything she spoke, everything she had dreamed off.
He would make that dream a reality.
Even if she wasn't here to see it.
Damon continued working after taking a short break. Every now and again Linda would ask him something, deep personal that he didn't want to answer, but knew that if he was ever going to better himself he needed too.
His phone was in his back pocket and his vibrated once, then again, again, again and again. He dropped his hammer and pulled it out his pocket.
