I took Damon's car, and I mean, I know I shouldn't have, and that it was probably going to bite me in the ass, but I really truly did not care at all right now. This bastard deserves to be confronted. With a gun. To his head. And when he lies, I'll pull the fucking trigger. I look to my passenger seat where the gun sits. Loaded. This is it. The house he abuses her in. The house he lays dead asleep. Without a worry in the world. . . That is until I fucking enter the room. I walk in and close the door behind me. Loud. Making sure he hears my footsteps as I stomp up the stairs. Thump. THUmp. THUMP. I tuck the gun in my pants and pull my shirts over it. I walk into his room and slam the door behind me. Locking it. "Hello, mother fucker!" I say as I kick him hard in the side.
"Who the hell are you?!"
"I'm Amy's boyfriend."
"Which one? She has a few."
"Actually. It's just me, douche."
"Sure it is."
"Shut your fucking mouth!" I scream as I pull the gun out.
"Woah. Woah, man. No need for that."
"Actually there is." I say as I cock it back.
He puts his hands up and begs me not to shoot. I point it straight at him, and put my finger on the trigger.
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Those Lips
RomanceThose lips lie, until she meets Damon. Kaia is tired of moving around and not being loved. She is giving up, and is just sick of being here, but when she meets Damon her whole world is turned upside down and her fragile state is comforted by his str...
