How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

34 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

33 years ago...

I have no idea what happened thirty three years ago but I do know I wrote this and I hope you all enjoy!!!

Had a full on weekend, my friends 21st which was the shizzle ma nizzle and now I'm back, a little later than I hoped but back none the less.

here's the new chapter for you all, tell me what you're thinking when you're finished reading!

Katary

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It was absolutely heartbreaking to hear Damien speak about his past. It tore a huge hole in my heart and slowly filled it with pain.

It was sad to know that when we were kids we had no idea the pain this little boy suffered and had no one to talk to about it. Of course I helped Damien out as much as I could at school, but I wasn't there twenty four seven, and there were moments that slipped without me noticing. Damien back then was small, timid, and shy in nature and looking at him now... it was hard to imagine the little boy and this towering hulk are the same person.

'The guy was a fucking drunk, and mum couldn't leave the man she said she 'loved' since they were 15.' He told me quietly.

'High school sweethearts?'

'Yeah, mum got pregnant with me when she was 17, and they both dropped out of school and he got a job at a meat works. We were fine until my dad was made redundant. Dad was on the benefit and he never seemed to find a job after that. I was 5 when I first saw him grab my mother by the hair and fling her into the wall. It was my first day of school.'

My body became motionless. My mind was consumed of images of a man attacking a woman and seeing Damien there witnessing it all. Scared shitless.

'My father was jealous of me. Even a five year old can figure that out. Mom started paying more attention to me and he didn't like it. He'd drink himself comatose most nights, but at least once a week he would get into a flying rage and hurt me, or my mother, or the both of us.'

Damien looked over to me and I watched him as one of his hands slowly crept up and caressed my cheek. Realising that he was actually wiping away stray tears. He smiled wistfully at me and I struggled again with what he was thinking. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly within both of mine. I kept my stare down at his hands, my thoughts grappling over each other. I found it hard to find something to say, so I went with saying nothing at all, knowing Damien hadn't finished his piece just yet.

'Anyway, when I was nine the teachers at school started noticing that I was getting bruises when I wasn't even doing any sport, and I hid it as much as I could, but one of the teachers managed to worm a confession out of mom. But before the school could do anything, dad had packed all our bags and we left in the middle of the night. Little did I know that mom was pregnant at the time we moved. I noticed dad was a lot nicer to us and didn't hit mom, just me.'

It was despairing listening to him speak about the man that should've raised him with love and care, and yet all Damien ever learnt was pain.

'When Lisa was born I swore that every time he hit Lisa, that I would hit him tenfold when I had the strength. I love her so much and I made sure she was raised properly. I started going to Judo classes, and then when I was fifteen I guess my body just filled out, and mom told me I looked like the fifteen year old version of my father. It made me sick. Knowing that I was a product of a maniac.'

I sat there with bated breath, the tension reaching a new high between us, I could visibly see him shaking as he was probably reliving the terror in his mind.