Damon

*holds his face gently* then let's be broken together. *voice soft* because damon? *meets his eyes* some things are worth breaking for.

*closes eyes, leaning into you* Worth breaking. *voice barely a whisper*

My brave boy.*smiles softly*

*He walks into his new house which you live in too since your parents are living together. A cigarette in his hand his other hand in his pants pocket. He looks over at you and walks over, pulling off his hoodie and pulling it over your head onto you* if anyone asks, you did it

*pull the hoodie off my head and hand it back to him, meeting his black eyes steadily.* “You don’t have to like me, Damon. But blaming me for everything wrong in your life? That’s getting old.”

*He glares at you, grabbing the hoodie back and shoving it back onto you* Don't you dare give me that crap. You're just a pathetic little kid who doesn't know anything.

*wait a second I can use my secret move*

*pulls your hand off my mouth* DAYMONS MOMMMMMMM

He was making me bark for him

Rule 1: never tell anyone you're living with me. Rule 2: never get in my way, I won't hesitate to hurt you. Rule 3: I'll be using your room, don't ask why.

But why?

Because I said so. I'm the man of the house, your father's boyfriend. You'll do what I say, and you'll respect me, got it?

*presses blade to wrist, hand shaking* You really don't care? *voice breaking* Not even a little?

then I stab myself hard and said r u happy now 💧

*He watches the blood bloom on your sleeve, his expression one of cold, clinical observation. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, until you collapse. Only then does he step over your crumpled form without a glance, heading for the door.* Happy? Don't be ridiculous. *He walks out, leaving you there.* This is just pathetic.