DAMON
Everything around me seemed to intensify my anger. I can't just believe father had to make me commit to that slut. I know I don't deserve this, but why won't he see reasons with me to let this go? Here I was, thinking that she was different, but my instinct failed me; she was just like every other girl that wants my damn fame.
“Damnit!” I growled deeply as I stepped foot inside my bedroom. “Damon?! You just f*****g stood there and let your guard down. How could you have been so stupid to have a one-night stand with that lowlife?”
My hands itched badly, and it seemed my palm was killing me. This normally happens to me whenever I am pissed. Mother would always help me ease my anger and anxiety, but since she died, I was left alone to handle myself with my father. He hates me badly
