My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

27|"i can't kill what's already dead"

| Beth |

I wiped the drops off sweat dripping from my forehead away from my face. 

3 miles of walking later and I finally made it into Damien's neighborhood.

It was currently 12 AM and I'm walking to my boyfriends house to tell him that my best friend that is in love with me just kissed me.

I kept walking until I paused when I heard distant shouting from the end of street where Damien's house is.

"The hell?" I muttered to myself, and continued to walk even more, confused as to who would be shouting at this hour of the night.

As I got closer to Damien's house, the louder the screaming would get. It began to become audible.

I was now in of front Damien's driveway, and I walked myself up to his front door, and pressed the side of my ear against it.

"You're taking my stupid money?!" A deep raspy voice shouted.

It didn't sound like Damien, it may have been his father.

"You would've just have ended up spending it on more fucking bottles and shit!" I recognized Damien's voice scream.

Then, I heard a loud thud and glass shatter onto the floor, and gasped.

"Useless piece of shit," The raspy voice announced.

As I kept my ear against their home, I heard loud steps and then a door slam shut.

I waited there a little longer in anticipation, there was no more noise. 

All of a sudden, Damien's door began to unlock from the inside, and it was too late for me to run away because the door already swung open.

There in front of me, stood Damien, just as shocked as I was. He stared at me with wide eyes and his non broken hand covering the left half of his face.

Damien gasped and whispered, "Beth?... How long have you been here?"

I looked past him and noticed dead flowers on the floor and glass splattered everywhere. My eyes shot back to him, "Long enough."

Damien's lips slightly parted and he looked back into his house with his hand still over his face and came outside with me. He shut his front door behind him and egged me toward his pink car.

I stepped away from him, "Damien? Are you not going to tell me what the hell just happened?"

Damien quickly and finally removed his hand that has been placed on the left portion of his face, bringing his pointer finger to his mouth, shushing me. I immediately noticed the drops of blood on his hand that was shielding his face. He has been covering a giant slice on the side of his face.

I wanted to dramatically gasped, but I remember Damien telling me to be quiet. I stared at him wide eyed as he finally noticed the blood, and he backed away and wiped the blood on his hand on to his jeans.

"Your dad did that?!" I whisper shouted.

Damien's eyes widened and he placed his hand onto the wound again, "Oh no, is it deep? Do I need stitches?"

My nurse side came out and I pulled his hand away from his face and inspected the cut. 

"You don't need stitches," I informed him.

"Fuck, thank god," Damien muttered as I noticed he clenched his jaw.

"Beth, you want to be a nurse. C-can you tell me how long this will take to heal or if it'll leave a scar, p-please?" Damien stuttered eagerly.