Drive Me Crazy

"You in there, girly?"
Just the way his voice sounds.
Just the utter reality of his being.
Just the fact that he is under the same roof as I am.
Repulsive.
How can someone that was once closest to you end up as someone you can't stand to be close to?
"Look, Sky, I just want to talk." His voice sounded a little shaky.
"Skyla please." He tried again.
I took a deep breath and turned around, facing the door.
"What do you want Damien?" The annoyance and utter hatred clear in my voice.
"My step-dad he..." He paused in mid sentence.
"Please, just open the door."
I want to tell him off.
I want to tell him to go screw himself and never speak to him again.
His voice is what's giving me second thoughts. His voice just sounds different. The way it shakes uneasily. As if there is a high possibility that he will regret every word he says. Maybe he has actually awoken from his egotistical rampage and realized that everyone hates him.
All of those thoughts put me at ease.
Just knowing he was in discomfort put me at ease.
To think... At one point? I was the only one who wanted to comfort him. That used to be what put me at ease.
I reached my hand down and placed it on the brass doorknob, twisting and pulling, opening the door.
The first thing I noticed were his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes glistening with pain.
The next thing I noticed was the dark purple bruise surrounding his left eye.
The last thing I could bare to notice, was the single tear rolling down his cheek.
Pity.
That's all I could bear to feel for him in that moment.
Pity.
I suddenly regretted every thought I had about my hatred towards him.
I cupped his cheek with my hand and looked him straight in the eyes.
"What happened D?" I flinched at the realization that I had just called him by his childhood nickname, averting my gaze, then returning to lock eyes with him again.
He just looked so weak.
So vulnerable.
There wasn't a hint of the stone cold, bad boy "Damien Cullerson" it was just... a boy.
A hurt boy.