Damon | Blacks | Secret

2 | Let Me Open Those Legs For Daddy

I continue shaking the spray pain in my hands, watching my living art come to life. Of a woman, self-deprived on her own, listening to music as the notes leave her ears. Her eyes, closed. Shut away from this horrendous life. Luke had to leave, his sister giving him a headache over the phone. It was getting dark; I think it’s time for me to get going.

My mother probably thinks I’m out with my so-called group of friends, Jake thinks I’m studying in the library and my dad? Oh right, he’s dead. Shame for him. He’s dead to me, his ass is rotting in prison after being found out to be luring in drugs from over the countries. My mother took her divorce and he left, not another word, he didn’t even look at me.

No matter how many times I would turn up for visitation, he never came. He was released ten years ago when I was eight. And not a single phone call, oh I forgot to mention. He owns a multimillion-dollar company, whilst my mother and I are surviving on food stamps.

I grab my phone, switching of my music. Before I hear sirens going off, my head snaps to the blue lights coming my way. I grab my bag and sprint of, I hear parks of cars and shouts from the officers forcing me to stop. I continue going off, then cars surround me. “Drop the bag and turn around, yo have painted on illegal property. This is vandalization. Hands in the air.”

If my mum finds out about this, you can say I am dead. I drop the bag from my hands before raising them above my head. I feel cuffs being added around my wrist, “whatever you say or do will be used against-” I blurred out, as they tuck me in by my head into the back of the polices car.

Fuck.

“One phone call, make it worth it.” I couldn’t call Jake, because he would just tell mum. I couldn’t call mum, because she would have a panic attack and call my father to sort this out. Luke, Luke was probably f*****g a girl by now. And my only option is not an option but I knew I had no choice. I pressed the numbers on the small buttons before resting the phone against my ears.

The ringing continued before a deep voice answers the phone. “Who the f**k is calling?”

“Damon, it’s Sophia.”

“What do you want Sophia? I’m busy.”

“I-I’m in Jail.” I said, a long pause was on the phone, I thought he ended it in my face, but when he answered, I have never been so happy to hear his goddamn voice.

“Which one?” He asked.

“The one near the Diner, down the mountain. I would’ve called Jake but you know how he is, please don’t tell him.” A sigh, he sighed before ending the phone in my face. Oh great! He wasn’t coming, an officer shook his head when I was about to dial someone else.

I put the phone back before he grabs my arms and throws me back into the cage. Alone with three other men. I stayed in the corner, not wanting any attention drawn onto me. Was Damon coming? Why would he? We both despise each other, me more than him. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here? Have you been naughty?” One of the men talk, I shake my head and turn away from him.

“She’s ignoring you, probably think she’s better than you.”

“Sophia!” I hear an officer say, hope rushes through my blood as the officer opens the gate and pulls me out. “You’re getting out, guess someone you know is a wealthy man.” My father? What on earth was he doing here? Did Damon tell Jake? Is my mother going to beat me? Most probably with that Spanish side of her.

“What-I-”

“Fifteen thousand for bail,” my father was most definitely here. The moment I step out, I see someone I have never been more excited to see in my life. Damon. Wearing a suit?  His dark hair was gelled back, a strand of curls were left on the side of his face as the tattoos on his neck and his chest was on show, the first few buttons of his dress shirt undone.

I breathe out in happiness as the cuffs were removed from my hands, I rub my wrist from the tighten and itchiness. After being handed my stuff, we both excited the station. “Thanks.” I mumbled out, he glanced at me for a second.

“What the f**k did you do?”

“Nothing! I was spray painting, that’s it.”

“Spray painting? You were charged for drugs, Sophia.” I instantly held back, drugs? “What the f**k were you doing with drugs? You trying to get high? De quién los obtuviste? Quién diablos te lo vendió?” He growls towards me; I pull myself away from him.

[Who did you get them from? Who the f**k sold you it?]

“Those are not my drugs! They’re probably Luke’s, I don’t do drugs.”

“What? So, Luke is trying to f*****g frame you now?”

“Ay Dios mío! What is your f*****g problem with him?” He scoffs walking towards me, grabbing on my forearm as he pushes me against his chest.

“My f*****g problem, you were charged for drugs Sophia, you’re f*****g lucky I know people, otherwise, goodbye to your graduation and goodbye to your future. A drug record, is that what you want?”

“You’re not my f*****g dad Damon, if I wanted to do drugs, I will f*****g do it. You are no one to tell me what I can or can’t do.” He chuckles pushing me away, he wipes his nose with his fist before pulling open his car door.

“Get in the car, you’re lucky I won’t tell Jake about this.” He mumbles sliding in, I follow after him, sitting in the seat besides him as he begins reversing out the paring Lott and onto the roads. I gaze out the window, then a ringing of a phone was going through the entire car. I glance to the screen and see Jake on the ID caller. My heart begins racing before Damon grabs onto his hair, answering the call.

“Damon, have you seen Sophia? She hasn’t come home; it’s been a few hours and her cell isn’t going through?” Damon glances at me, I shake my head begging him with my eyes.

“She’s with me.”

“What the f**k is she doing with you?” Jake growls through the phone.

“Calm down Mario, I saw her walking home and offered her a lift, unless you want her to get f****d by these drug dealers.”

“Alright, get her home quick. And if she hears this, I’m seriously going to f*****g kill you Sophia.” The call ended, I let out a breath of relief, Damon pulls down his window as he takes out a pack of his cigarettes. Handing them over to me. “Light one up for me.” He mumbles, I take it form his hand and slide a cig out before lighting it up. He leans forwards and I place it on his lips.

“This isn’t the way home?” I whisper.

“You disturbed me; I need to do something quickly.” As he finished that sentence, he brakes the car and removes his seatbelt. He pushes open the door and slams it closed. “No dejes este coche.”

[Don’t f*****g leave this car.]

I see him walk towards a back door, he pulls it open and slides inside. What the hell does he do? How did he afford fifteen thousand dollars for a bail? What are you hiding Damon?