(Damien 🔝)

Damien's POV -

It was the end of another school day, not that I actually went to my classes. What was the point, I was never going to get anywhere. As the hallway becomes a jungle of mayhem with students pushing and shoving to make their way to the exit, I push off of the wall and make my way alongside them. The only difference, nobody dared to bump into me. 

At the end of the hallway, I see Stacy make her way towards me, barging a girl along her way without a care in the world. I watch as the rest of the school point and laugh at her, her books falling out of her bag. Stacy finally reaches me running her finger tips along my arms, trying to look and act sexy.

"Hey Damien. I was just wondering if you were free right now for a little... fun. If you know what I mean." She said in which she thought a sexy voice. Winking along with her words as if trying to be secretive. Grabbing her wrist, I push her hand away from me, as I walk away and reply, "No thanks Stace, your just not doing it for me today." I heard a grunt behind me, as if she were affected by my words. "You don't know what you're missing Dame."

I came to a halt, my eye twitching in annoyance. Turning my head so that she was in my line of vision, I rasped in a soft, dangerous tone, "Never, ever call me Dame. You got that sweetheart?" Her eyes widened in fear as she stumbled backwards at my threat. I turned away and carried on my way out, the other students still and quiet after witnessing the talk.

Pushing open the exit doors, I take note it is pouring it down. I frown seeing the poor girl from before walk down the street holding the bag over her head, trying to protect her from the rain as I make my way to my baby. A 1969, black muscle Mustang. I saved the beauty from a scrap yard and she was now my prized possession. If I was a nice guy, I would stop and ask if she needed a ride home. Thing was, I wasn't a nice guy. So instead, I zoomed out the car park and raced down the road towards home.

It took all of five minutes at the speed I was going. Parking my baby away safely in the garage, I step out. Hearing the shouting and screaming coming from inside the house, I cringe, dreading making my way inside and out the back to my little heaven away from home.

Opening the door connecting the house to the garage, I try to creep my way passed the sitting room. The bad thing was that downstairs was pretty much open plan and there was little to no chance of getting out back without someone noticing.

"Damien! Get your ass in here right now!" Steve demands in a loud angry tone. With a sigh, I make my way towards my mother and her boyfriend. I notice she has been crying and there is a new bruise alongside her eye as well as a split lip. My eyes narrow at Steve. "I got a notice today... from the police. Turns out, the bandit has struck again. I know it's you Damien. If I get one more notice you're out of here. I promise you!" He throws the notice down at my feet, his breaths coming quicker in anger.

I don't take any notice before grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him against the wall. "Damien stop!" Mother shouts at me, holding onto my arm as if that will stop me. "You put your hands on her again didn't you?! I've warned you, if I ever see another scratch on her I'll kill you myself. He just laughs at me before I feel the burning sensation of a knife ripping through my arm. I back away with a hiss, but I'm distracted and a moment later, I find myself on the floor, my arm behind my back in a painful position. "You ever threaten me again I'll kill you and your brother whilst your mum watches. Do you really want that? You know I have friends who would love to join in after the last time they saw you."

He shoves me to the ground, my head hitting it painfully before walking away, dragging my mother along with him. I grit my teeth and push up, making my way to my own space out back. Before I make it outside, I remember to check on Sammy, my brother.

Looking inside his room, I tense when I don't see him. Rushing out of the house, I run as fast as I can towards the nursery in town, catching a glimpse of a little boy sat on the steps of the school, a teacher sat beside him. Walking towards them, the teacher huffs in annoyance, "Don't let this happen again, I won't be so nice by staying with him. I have places to be you know." She states with a roll of her eyes and walks away. My jaw ticks in anger, before my expressions softens after feeling a small hand slip into my own. Sammy looks up at me with a grin and innocent eyes. "Let's go home little man. You can stay with me tonight and I'll take you to school tomorrow, how's that?" Sammy just smiles evening more before tugging on my hand.

We arrive home and head straight for the back. Using my key, I open the door to my own space away from the house and hustle Sammy inside before telling him I'd be just a minute. I head to his bedroom, listening to the grunts coming from my mothers room, too disgusted to even imagine what was going on inside. I pick up his teddy, blanket and pyjamas, before making my way back. After getting him changed and settled, I wrap him safely in my arms before drifting off to sleep.