The Million Dollar Man

Chapter 1

DAMONS POV

One year.

Next week marks one fucking year.

A year of complete torture.

A year of insanity.

This year has turned me into a monster. I chuckle to myself at that. Monster.

Something I've always thought about myself.

A name every teacher I've ever had, referred to me as.

Probably what she thinks of me.

A monster.

I chuckle again.

If someone told me a year ago that I could get even worse, I would've probably laughed and then shot them.

Now? I'm everything I never wanted to be.

Now? I'm everything my father wanted me to be.

Now? I'm everything my mother warned me I would be.

Now?

I'm everything that she doesn't need.

My little Rose.

I'm her worst nightmare.

A smile slowly makes its way over my lips. Just thinking about her brings me complete euphoria.

I chuckle, once again, playing with my tie.

If she thought I was bad a year ago, she's about to have a rude awakening.

This fucking year, has brought me no choice but to become a violent disaster.

I have a simple routine that I follow every day, just to...take the edge off.

I kill.

I fuck.

And I snort.

Repeat.

And it's all to take my mind off of her.

Yes. Thinking of her brings a warmness into my chest. Love. Happiness. Comfort. Peace.

But also makes me fucking angry.

Makes me want to fucking kill anything in sight.

Makes me want to force myself on any useless whore in sight.

Makes me want to drown myself into a lovely white powdery substance called cocaine.

I used to be so hooked on that shit until I met her. Then I would rarely ever use. I never stopped. But on rare occasions I would dabble.