Date = 30 November
Strange how one can go from top-of-the-world to down-in-the-gutter in just a week.
Place = Rome (Terrazze Pedro Penthouse)
POV - Damion
I stare down at the photo on my phone. The one Chloe sent to me earlier.
My girlfriend in the arms of another. Kissing.
If I thought it was bad, then … it’s much, much worse now.
At least then, I didn’t know the asshole was related to me.
“Say something,” Dad pleads from behind me. The words land like a hoof to the gut. I know the feeling — I’ve been kicked by a horse before. Only this is worse.
This lingers. This crawls around inside me, looking for organs to bruise.
I have nothing.
No words. No clever comeback. No script for this particular disaster.
What are you supposed to say?
Congratulations. Are you f*****g kidding me
