Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use.
Josiah's P.O.V.
-Saturday, November 13th-
After another four hours, Damien finally comes back into the room.
"Are you finally ready?" I ask.
"Yeah, I accidently grabbed your sweater but it's soft so I can't complain."
I stare blankly at him. "Why?"
"It must have got put in my bag on accident. I should have known, cause it's green and not black..."
Nothing is an accident.
"Put your own clothes on, dumb-ass."
"I can say the same to you, you're in my Panic! At The Disco shirt right now."
"No. This is my...um...disco shirt thing."
"Oh. Then this must be my sweater."
"It's not. Take it off."
"You want me to take my shirt off?" He laughs.
I fidget with my sleeve. "No."
"I'll return it at the end of the day. Do you wanna go for a walk and make a snowman? It's packable, I checked."
"I don't know how to. Let's just go for a walk." I suggest instead.
"I could teach you, if you want. It's fun."
"Wouldn't it just make hands cold?"
"I have gloves for us."
"I don't want to wear my gloves. I hate them. I want to burn them."
"Fine. I'll make a snowman on my own time. But it's really fucking cold, so you have to wear your gloves either way."
"No, I don't. I don't have to listen to you."
"Yes huh. It's the law."
"I will take them off and burn them." I correct.
"How? You'll burn the house down."
"Outside of the house, dumb-ass."
"You'll burn the city down."
"I wouldn't. I know what I'm doing. At most, I would burn myself and it would be on purpose."
"Well, don't. C'mon, get changed. I'll wait in the living room."
"I'm good to go. I'll wear the dumb coat, if it makes you feel better."
"You're in pajamas."
"No. I'm in my panic thingy shirt and sweatpants."
"Which are your pajamas."
"They are not. Because I wear it to school sometimes, too. It's just clothes."
"Fine. But they're pajamas. Get your coat and shoes, then." He says, slipping his coat and shoes on.
I watch him carefully. "Out of spite, I am wearing exactly this at every formal event I ever attend. Including my wedding. Just because you hate it." I tell him.
"Right. Will I be invited to said wedding, just out of spite?"
I glare at him.
Of course he isn't invited. How stupid is he?
YOU ARE READING
August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series
RomanceDamien Cohen is one of the lead bullies in the high school. His parents are major criminals who run illegal trading. He is tall, muscular, and handsome, and all the girls in school want to be with him. Because of his lifestyle, Damien has a hard tim...
