Shattered Glass✔️

Chapter 16

Greyson's POV

Damien's fast asleep curled up in my chest. Then I hear the door open, it's Damien's mom.

"Greyson? What are you doing here? You know what don't answer that, I'm pretty sure I know the answer.." she sighs

"Ms. Harris he wants to tell you, he really does..."

"Save it my son has been hurt to many times in his life...a mother knows what's best for her son..And I think it's best that you leave.."

She turns around opening the door  and leaves, I look back down at Damien he's peacefully sleeping.

"I love you Damien.." I grab a piece of paper and a pen and start writing.

Timeskip - The Next Morning

Damien POV

The coldness of my room wakes me. I look around my room, there seems to be something wrong. I go on my phone to text Greyson, but his contact was deleted from my phone.

I stand up and rush out of my room, and knock on Desiree's door.

"What do you want?" She says tiredly

"Where did he go, and don't tell me you don't know because I know you do"

"Get in here"

She pulls me into her room.

"This is what he told me..he left..he hated the idea of his father thinking so little of him..so he went home, to tell his father that he isn't gay and it was him being stupid...I'm sorry Damien..he did love you.."

I stand up and storm into my room, locking the door and start getting dressed.

"Damien! Damien what are you doing?!"

I throw a sweater on, grab my phone and earbuds shoving them in my pocket, unlock my door and open it. I storm passed my sister, towards the front door slamming it behind me.

I look at his house for a moment, then start walking down the street. I pull out my phone and plug my earphones into it.

What the hell am I doing?

Don't ask me, idiot.

I wasn't. Go away.

I'm part of you, remember?

I groan. "The rest of my life with the voice inside my head. Fabulous."

Haha. Your fault.

Leave me alone, would you?

Strap on a pair, Damien.

What the hell does that mean?

Don't be a pussy. That's what it means.

.....

Ok then...

You're annoying, goodbye.

I shake my head, looking at the ground.

I keep walking until I bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry sir.."

"Heh it's okay"

I look up at the man, and he kind of looked like my dad..it can't be..can it?

"Uh sir?"

"Call me Chris, if that's okay"

"It's just..you look a lot like my dad..but you can't be because he died when I was little..I sound crazy don't I?"