August 24th- Book One in the May 3rd series

Chapter 47- heavenb

Warnings ⚠: Child Abuse, Rape, Violence, Religion, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Use of Slurs, Homophobia, Bullying, Mention of Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Actions, Gun Use

Damien's P.O.V.

-Monday, November 1st-

I slam the door behind me, not giving him the satisfaction of hitting him.

I mean, I know that he's had a fucked up childhood, and life until now, and we're not even perfect...

But...

I could never hit him.

He makes me so fucking mad that sometimes I really want to yell at him...

And I do.

But I couldn't ever hit him.

That's fucked up.

But the way he's been ever since I got home... I don't know what is wrong with him, or what's different. Or what he's trying to accomplish...?

I don't know. I'm too sober to think about this right now.

I go downstairs and then I hear Josiah leave my room.

Good.

My parents wouldn't give a shit about me drinking, even if they were here, but it still feels like something I should hide.

I go to the liquor cabinet, and true to his word, Pierre put a lock on it.

I go to the junk drawer in the kitchen and dig around a bit until I find a paperclip.

This should be fine.

If all else fails, I have my I.D.

I could just go get some right now...

Even if I'm pissed at Josiah, I still shouldn't leave him home alone.

I quickly pick the lock, and then take a few bottles, shuffling around the remaining few so it looks less empty...

I'm sure he knows what's in there, but at first glance, it looks normal.

I then shut the lock again, taking the bottles upstairs.

I put two of them in my closet for later, and take the other two out onto the roof.

It's become my quiet place.

My thinking place.

My jump off this fucking building right now ...place.

I start drinking and start panicking, and before I know it, my legs are dangling off the edge.

He called me weak .

And if mom and him keep saying it... It must be true.

I can't hurt people anymore.

It... hurts .

For lack of a better phrase.

I get about half way through the bottle, when a familiar car pulls into the driveway.

Immediately after parking, Pierre jumps out of the car and runs to the ground below.

"Damien! Get back inside right now."

"You're not my fucking dad, old man." I yell back, almost dropping the bottle onto the ground.

Imagine if it hit him...

Ha. That would be funny.

" Damien ! I'm coming up there! you could get hurt!" He looks conflicted to move.