Puppy Dog Eyes

Guilt

Lylah's POV

One year ago

"I don't understand what you see in a loser sophomore like me."

"I can't explain it, you just drew me in. I want you to come to my apartment later."

"I don't know, I'm supposed to hang with my friends tonight and that's like a two hour drive isn't it? " I shrug his hand away from my arm.

"Please, all I need is an hour at least, then you can go with your friends- I'll even take you." He gives that award willing smile and I give up my fight.

"Just an hour, right Damien?"

"Of course!" He nods and pulls me along.

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"Damien what's taking you so long!"

"Give me two seconds princess!" He yells back through the hallway.

I fiddle with my fingers for a few seconds before I hear a door open and close. Did he seriously just leave?

He soon walks back into the room with a big smile. "Hey you love me right?"

"I think so, why?"

"You should do me a favor then." He leans down to kiss me for a few seconds before walking back towards the door.

"What kind of favor?"

"Boys! Hey get in here!" A few moments later three other guys barge into the room.

"Um what's g-going on Damien?"

"I kinda told them they could meet you, I hope that's okay princess." I could tell his sympathetic frown was fake.

"Wow she's even hotter than you described!" The frat looking boy sat extremely close to me on the bed.

"It's hard to believe you're only a sophomore in high school!" The clean cut guy sat down on the other side.

I'm really uncomfortable right now but I don't wanna offend anyone. What do I do?

"So what's the deal, you gonna share Damien?" The third one with shaggy hair begins twirling my hair in between his fingers but I quickly slap it away.

He puts a finger to his chin as if he's thinking about it and my heart stops.

"Sure, knock yourselves out." He chuckles.

"Excuse me, I'm right here!" I quickly stand to my feet only to be yanked back onto the bed. "What the hell is wrong with you creeps?! Let me go assholes it isn't funny!"

I'm sure they're just pranking me. No one was this insane right?

When Damien climbed on top of me, I knew it wasn't a prank.

"W-why are you doing this?" I felt a tear slide down the side of my face.

"Just relax, it'll be fun princess." He ripped my top right down the middle as I struggle trying to get out of his friends grips on my arms.

A thing of nightmares.

They all took turns touching and fondling me till I couldn't scream anymore. My face was numb after all of the slaps and punches I endured.

After his friends left, he turns toward me with a sad look.

"Wow I'm really sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"If you ever come near me again... I'll kill you."

"Surely you don't mean that, you're just experiencing a lot right now, I mean c'mon it's not like we raped you." He rests his hands behind his head as I grab one of his shirts, since my clothes were torn and cut to shreds.

"I'll kill you."

One by one I was able to get all three boys that participated in the act.

He was the last on my list.

A few weeks ago

"Joaquin how could you say something like that? I thought he was your best friend?"

"He is... I just can't be apart of his pity party all the time. I have my own life and problems now." He sniffs in harshly through his nose.

"Joaquin are y-you doing drugs?"

"No! It's just allergies or something." He waves me off.

"Who the hell is this chick, she's clearly killing the mood." A green haired boy comes next to me.

"Chill out I can handle it." Joaquin begins breathing heavily, twitching, and running his fingers through his hair every two seconds.

"I just came to see why you were ignoring Damon but now I see it's because you're hanging with these drug addicts." I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Don't... don't call them that!" He grabs my arms harshly.

"Let go of me!"

"Hey break it up guys!" A purple haired girl came and broke us up.

"Y'know if this is the new you... maybe he's better off without you. I mean you don't want him seeing you like this do you?" He holds his head down in shame.

"Get out of my head!" He grips his hair as he yells back at me.

"He would hate the person you're becoming and so do I." He looks up slightly and reaches for my hand but I step further away from his unstable form. "Do us both a favor and stay away, stay away from him and stay away from me."

"I'll get better Lylah." He fidgets with his hair once more.

"Will you? I've heard that before and guess what, they always relapse or kill themselves!"

"L-lyah?"

"I'm leaving. Good luck with your new friends Joaquin." I quickly turn away so he can't see my wet face.

Present time

I throw the shoe across the room and fall to my knees. I don't do anything but hurt people, that's all I'm good for.

I murdered Damien without realizing it was Damon's brother! If he finds that out there is no telling what he'll do to me. I feel like I'm the reason Joaquin killed himself, if I wouldn't have went off on him he might still be alive right now.

I'm only causing Damon even more pain, just being around him kills me inside. The guilt is consuming me as the days go by. I normally feel nothing after I hurt people but because Damon is involved, it's hurting me.

I truly love him and will stop at nothing to protect him.

Killing those idiots that jumped him only fueled my appetite for more.

The more I think about him, the more I realize I need to protect him from... myself.

I'm pulled out of my thought by a loud knock on my door. "What the hell, stop banging like the police!" I yanks open the door with my anger quickly turning into fear. There stood Damon in a suit jacket, a white button up, and dress pants. He had a bouquet of flowers crushed in his hand.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"Here." He quickly shoves the flowers into my face and walks past me into the room.

This boy.

I guess I won't give him up just yet.