Criminal for You |On Hold|

Chapter 6: This is a Mistake

Damon's POV:

I'm having a lot of regrets run through my head right now.

The first thing I regret is lending my car to James. He has a Mercedes Benz, but he's grounded by his parents because they found out about how he made love to a girl last week.

That idiot.. he's done it one too many times. And one would think he wouldn't get caught at this stage, but no. That's why I'm walking right now.

He told me he needed to use a car to get more party supplies, and I couldn't drive because I had soccer training. Things would be a lot better for me if I could drive, though.

Oh yeah, and the party's only happening because his parents will be out for the weekend.

My second regret is answering that cursed phone call. I should know by now.. father will never have anything good to say to me.

But then again, if I didn't answer that call I know I'd have to face the consequences. A shiver ran down my spine.

He's a monster.

The third regret is.. well.. why did I bring Milk along with me?

I gazed down at her. She was purring softly in my hands as I walked in the cool afternoon breeze. Heck.. if I'm being honest, I brought her as a source of comfort. I hate to admit my weaknesses, but I am a little anxious about this whole ordeal.

My eyes scan my surroundings. I've never been around this area before. The sidewalks are cracked in most areas, with grass poking out of some crevices. The road barely has any cars on it.

There's a gas station in the distance, where a red pickup truck has just pulled into. Alongside the road there are a lot of rickety houses and old shops with dirt-stained windows. They seem to be abandoned.

And then I see it. The sign I've been looking for.

Westing Street.

I place Milk inside the pocket of my hoodie (I brought out another one from my locker). She's so small she fits in there just fine, and it's something I do often so she doesn't protest.

My fingers clench and unclench repeatedly as I walk into the curvy street. The houses here look even more run-down than the ones along the main road.

My heart beats a little faster as I acknowledge what I'm about to do.

What are you doing Damon?

Do you realize what this means?

You know... that this is illegal, right?

I let out a shaky breath and stop walking for a minute. I bow my head so that I'm looking down at the ground.

My hands subconsciously reach for Milk again by slithering into the hoodie's pocket. My heart lurches and my palms become sweaty as I cradle the soft ball of fur.

Mum would have never approved.

I clench my teeth and fight off the feeling of despair that claws at me.

When I avert my gaze from the concrete sidewalk, my eyes latch onto a two-storey house with an old, dark brown roof and dirty white walls. There's a shattered hole in a window on the top floor.

Lot 45 was sprayed on the front in thick, black spray paint.

"I don't have a choice," I whispered under my breath.

I steadied my breathing as I neared the building. The grass was overgrown, but it was also trampled in some areas. Someone must have been here recently.