Damon | Blacks | Secret

Before we start: This book contains themes such as Eating disorders. Please, if you have any sensitivity to this, do not read. . . . He set fire to the world around him, but he never let the flame touch her. Maybe we are all villains, it just depends on who's telling the story. Well perhaps, I was the one telling the story, not a sad story, not a story with a happy ending. A basic story. A story that deserves to be told. Because he was my light, a light I didn't know would blow out so quickly. A light. My light. Life is such a beautiful lie yet so toxic. So, addicting that you believe it's valuable only to eventually realise it's all for nothing. I was everything to him, the light to his dark, the sun to his moon, I was a part of him and he lost me and I can no longer find myself. Our story mightn't be the most romantic or the most desirable, but it's a story I could tell a million times without getting tired. So, get ready for a ride, put your seat belts on, grab your tissues and make sure not to be distracted. Because I'm going to tell you the story of him. Damon Black.  The bell continues going off, see, I couldn’t even have a shower in peace in this bloody house. I switch of the shower, ripping the curtain as the water drips down my face. I spit out some that has entered in my mouth. “Mum! Jake! The door!” I scream, when no one replies I grab the towel wrapping it around my body, I step out of the shower, my feet making contact with the wooden flooring. I pull the door slightly open, “Mum!” and still, no answer. I take initiative knowing I am probably home alone, since my brother gotten his drivers licence and a new car, my mum has been treating him as if he were some Uber, they go get fruits and he complains when they come back with nothing. Typical mum. I stumble down the stairs which is right besides the door, the moment my hands pull open the door. My eyes link with a pair of brown ones and my heart, my heart skipped not only one beat but a thousand, his brown light curls were soaked because of the rain clinging to his forehead. His lips were a rushing red, his skin was tanned and his body was full of tattoos. “Are you done eye f*****g me?” And with those words, I blinked back to the present. I roll my eyes and slam the door back shut. I make my way upstairs and enter my bedroom, I throw my towel to the side before opening my closet door. He’s back. And worse. I can sense it. I hate this man, with every single ounce of my heart. But, he is my brother best friend. And he is back. Meaning he’s coming back to school, my junior year whilst he was in senior year. This man was known everywhere, and I am not even lying nor over exaggerating. All the girls fell for him, all the boys feared him. I don’t even know why? He wasn’t that scary. He barely talks, and if he does, its always either ‘where is Jake?’ or ‘are you done eye f*****g me?’ those were the only words he has ever said to me. Then he disappeared. Out of thin air, Jake wouldn’t talk about it nor would mum. He was gone. Missing, all the girls and all the boys in class were making things up. Some were because he went to prison for murder and other were because he was selling drugs or some sort. Not that I believed any of it, simply because I didn’t care. But now class was starting in one hour, I was barely ready. I slip on my baggy joggers along with my oversized t-shirt. I settle on my bed and check the time on my phone, whilst slipping on my Nike hat and shoes. I hated school, sometimes I would just go for registration and leave, spray painting walls in alleys or something. I was known to be the school’s goth, because my favourite colour is black. It’s like, if you don’t fit it, they will label you a name. Jake doesn’t like that I hide him being my brother, see Jake is part of the soccer team, all the girls are after him and Damon. I don’t want to be treated differently by fake people because of my brother, I pick up my skateboard from behind my white door before making my way downstairs. Hearing my mother laugh at something Jake said, I make my way to the kitchen to grab a little snack. “Sophia! I brought your favourite donuts.” I look up and smile as she hands me one, “Damon offered to drive you and your brother to school.” I snap my head to Damon who was leaning against the counter, his arms folded against each other. “No, thanks.” I mumble, biting into my donut. “He will drive you; you’re not going by yourself, have you seen the news of men kidnapping women?” I plug my headphone and kiss my mother cheek; she looks down at me before shrugging her shoulder. “You and your eyes, reminds me just like your fathers.” I hated it when she brought up my father, but I couldn’t tell her that. I grab my skateboard and pull open the front door before jumping on my skateboard as I make my way down to Luke’s house. After a short skate, I dial his number, his door flings open as he screams at his sisters for taking his socks couldn’t stop the small laugh that left my mouth as he slammed the door. “I want to f*****g kill her and shove her in a ditch.” The window opened revealing his older sister. “I dare you!” “Shut the f*****g window you cow, alright, let’s go Soph.” I nod my head waving goodbye to his sister before we begins skating to school. “Did you bring the spray cans?” Luke asked, I nod my head shaking my bag. He chuckles as we continue skating.  We reach the gates of the school, we see girls leaning on their boot cars wearing short skirts, we see all the footballers in one, I lock eyes with my brother and Damon as they sit along with a few guys and cheerleaders. “You never told me Damon’s back?” Luke mutters besides me. “Because I don’t care, he can go f**k himself.” “You still haven’t told me why you hate him so much.” I shake my head before I was stopped by a few girls. They stand in front of me, analysing my outfit in disgust before slurping on their Starbucks. Catherine Evans. My used to be best friend, and now my all time employed bully. “Well, if it isn’t the one and only. Sophie.” She says, a sinister smile leaning on her lips, I roll my eyes picking up my skateboard from the ground as I push myself past her. She kisses her teeth and grabs me by my shirt, I hear a ripping sound as my head snaps to my shoulders. My shirt was ripped down my arms. She scoffs smiling surprisingly, “oopsie, that’s what happens when you buy cheap shirts.” I hear laughter surround us, Luke slips of his jacket before handing it over to me. I pull my hat down my face as my eyes link to Damon’s, my brother too busy making out with his girl. “Thanks Luke,” he smiles softly and pushes me in his embrace. I lean my head on his chest as we walk inside class, Luke is my best friend, he always has been and will always be. Thirteen years strong, my ups and downs. Entering the hallways, we walk in the very back, Luke grabs my hat and tries to make me catch it. I couldn’t stop the smile and blush that filled my face after I begged him to give it back. Then, without seconds, the hat fell from his hands before Luke’s body made contact with the lockers.  His face in Luke’s face, as if two beastly dogs threatening each other with only their eyes. “Damon!” I spoke. I push myself between them and put all my force into pushing Damon away, Damon as slightly taller than Luke, Luke being six foot and Damon being six foot five.  I push him inside the empty classroom and ask Luke to go one without me. I close the door behind me and change my face to anger. “You are not my brother,” He glances down at me. “He was annoying you.” He mumbles, his deep voice erring my ears perfectly.  “Luke is my best friend; do you understand that? How dare you?” He never answers me, I make my way towards the door not looking back before slamming it behind me.