Monstrous (Sequel to Beastly)

Thirteen ♡

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"Watch your step." Damien said, extending a hand out as he stepped down onto the dusty, cement floor. I grabbed it and hopped down, watching a cloud of dust puff out from my landing. He chuckled and let go of my hand as he walked further into the room.

"What is this place?" I asked him.

We walked for about twenty minutes until he stopped at an abandoned building. Looking up, all six windows were either broken or boarded up. Bricks were out of place and had fallen to the floor, and in place of a door was four wooden boards nailed to the frame. After crawling inside, he had led me up the staircase to the very top floor.

"It's this place my friends and I discovered a couple months ago." Damien said, pulling an
old milk crate over. There was an old folding chair beside the window as well as the milk crate. He told me to sit in the chair as he plopped himself down on the crate.

"One day we were walking around and found this place in the middle of the night. We call it our little hangout." Damien said as he looked around the entire place. I glanced around as well as I sat myself down, noticing the wallpaper tearing away from the wall.

There was cracks all along the ceiling as well as a few holes due to water damage. The floor was a hard cement that hadn't been cleaned in ages, and there was a distinct musty smell. Spray painted along the walls were different names and designs, followed by a few curse words that earned a chuckle from me.

"This place is cool." I commented.

"It's isolated— let's you think."

"I need to think." I breathed out, stretching my legs as I cracked my back. Damien chuckled as he nodded his head slowly. Looking out through the small spaces between boards on the window, he whispered, "I'm sorry about what's going on with you and Andy."

I let out a sigh. "It's fine."

He turned to me, holding sympathy in his grayish eyes. "He seems to make you pretty damn happy, Snow." Damien said with a slight smile, tilting his head to the side. He rested his elbows on his knees and fiddled around with his hands as he looked at the ground. "I feel bad for what he's doing to you."

"He makes me happy and all, but this just really bugs me." I admitted. I never thought I'd open up to Damien like I was doing now but it felt so good to get this all off of my chest. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and glanced down at the floor. "And it's weird because I've had dreams about her recently."

"Like what?"

"Like— him cheating on me." I breathed out.

Damien looked at me. "He wouldn't."

"You really think so?" I asked him, staring into his gray eyes. Damien nodded his head as he shifted his body to face me. He ran his fingers through his hair, letting it fall delicately onto his forehead as he spoke. "I barely know the guy and quite honestly— I think he hates me."

"But, he doesn't seem like the type to cheat. He seems to really care about you." Damien added as he gave a half smile. He glanced back out towards the window as he leaned forward. His jacket hung out and I noticed something tucked in the inner pocket— a blood bag.

I was right. I knew it all along and Andy didn't believe me. A smirk tugged at my lips and quickly I asked aloud, "Is that a blood stain on the floor over there?"

"What— where!" Damien quickly said, shooting out of his seat. He frantically looked around, his attention drawn away from me as I stood up. Quickly, I reached out and snatched the bag out of his pocket. Damien quickly spun around and looked at me with shock.