Something Used

New Terms

Damon, Damon, Damon, Damon. The whole day, I kept repeating that name in my head because it sounded too good to be true. I finally had something and I just couldn't let it slip by. I felt stupid, dwelling on something so small, but I didn't care. Maybe there could be more. Just information on its own. I got dressed quickly that morning in some tight jeans, a maroon blouse, and knee-high boots. I walked downstairs and went straight to the car.

"Hey mom I'm gonna go shopping for a sec." I yelled before getting out the door. I drove to the mall with a new sort of energy, originated from I don't know where. I knew what I wanted. I walked right into Victoria's Secret and to the lingerie sets they had. Bonnie would've been helpful if I had grabbed her while I was coming. I swept through them quickly and found a laced baby blue one that I adored incredibly. I swiped it from the rack and scanned it slowly. Maybe I could show it to Xavier once we were at that point in our relationship. It was a silk one piece with clipped stockings. The bust was completely transparent with the lace. I decided to try it on in the dressing room. I locked myself in one of the rooms and stripped out of my clothing to try it on. It fit like a glove. I ran my hands up the side of my thighs and smiled at my reflection. My butt looked great in this. My confidence felt great in this. Just what I needed. After I got all dressed again, I bought the damn thing.
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I fumbled with my keys to get my car open. My phone began buzzing in my purse and I turned it over to see who it was. Ugh. Ignore. I pulled open my door just to have it slammed shut. His body was pressed against my back. I pushed back a bit and turned around to face him.

"You can't keep showing up."

"Why not?"

"It's an invasion of privacy and a billion of other things."

He laughed, "seriously? How come you've never said that before."

"Because I used to be scared of you."

"Not anymore?"

"Not even close to it," I folded my arms in defiance, "Damon." It felt silly saying his name.

"You're slipping from me." He mumbled.

"I was never close enough to do so." I then turned to open my car door once more.

"What do you want? Christ... what has gotten into you?" He put his hand on the door once more, pushing it shut.

I looked up at him in confusion. Shouldn't I be asking him this question? Why was he messing with my head like this? Acting like he's the one losing something here. I've finally surpassed this weak point in my life, and he comes crawling back. Making me out as the bad guy.

"I thought I made it clear. I. DON'T. KNOW. YOU. You hold no sincerity in my heart. No feelings. Nothing. How can you not understand where I'm coming from? You just told me your name last night."

"It's that new guy isn't it? You think you're better now because of him? Is that it?"

I scoff and yank my door open. "We're done here." I'm finally able to get inside.

He was yelling now, "NO! We're done when I say we're done! This doesn't change anything!"

He sounded psychotic. My mind was screaming at me, telling me to get away from him as fast as possible. The fear I had buried when it came to him always seemed to resurface whenever it wished. On my way home, I kept checking my rear view to make sure he wasn't there. As if he was going to reappear or something. Reaching my driveway meant safety. I let out a huge sigh as soon as I got home. I went home and slumped down into the counter stool.

"What's wrong?" Mom asked while stirring honey into her tea.

"Am I really that readable?" I put my head in my hands and close my eyes. I could hear her sit down across my me.