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, August 23rd-
I watch as Ethan pushes the freshman against the locker.
"Grab the other one." He instructs me.
I grab the freshman's friend by the collar of his shirt and stare down at him.
He looks fucking terrified.
Good.
"Why did you think you could get away with looking at me like that? Huh?!" Ethan snaps at the kid.
Every new school year, Ethan, Hunter, and I like to establish our dominance and place in the school and select a random handful of freshmen to beat the shit out of, to show the other ones who's in charge. As if everyone doesn't already know about us.
The rumors almost proceed us at this point.
I punch the kid in the face, hitting his nose.
Ethan smiles over at me.
As long as he's happy, I'm happy.
"Let's hurry up and beat the shit out of them. I wanna go smoke."
"Awesome." I say, not excited at all. I don't know what it is, but I hate smoking. But if it's what Ethan wants us to do, it's not worth the fight.
I stare the kid in his eyes as I grab him by the shirt collar and pull him closer. He didn't do anything, but his friend mouthed off to Ethan.
"You should really watch who you hang out with. "
His eyes go wide and fill with tears, but I don't care.
"P-please Damien, let me go..." He cries.
No.
He deserves this, and I deserve to feel something for a little bit.
Something about my knuckles hitting skin, how powerful and in control, it makes me feel, how it makes confidence run in my veins. I'm a machine when it comes to physical things like this, and it's one of the few times I can shut my brain off and let my body take over.
"Please." He cries up to me.
I hit him in the jaw and he lets out a strangled cry.
Good.
...
I hate the smoking and all that shit. But again, Ethan likes it for some reason. He says it helps him relax.
Whatever, we all need something. With me it's sex, beating the shit out of people, and secretly playing music when I'm at home, alone.
If the guys found out about the music, they would make fun of me and make me stop for sure.
So if it's smoking and drinking for Ethan then so be it.
Drinking helps, too, sometimes.
He hands me the weed and I take it, inhaling and exhaling.
I hate how it smells, let alone how it tastes.
"Did you guys see Quinn? She got hot over the summer." Hunter says as I lean against the wall.
We're generic high school bullies. Smoking out behind the school.
It's not like the school gives a flying fuck about anything that actually happens. Kids get the shit beat out of them, and we smoke all sorts of shit out here and all the teachers are too big of pussies to do anything about it.
We can do pretty much whatever the fuck we want to, with minimal consequences.
I stare over at Hunter. "Yeah, is she going to the party tonight? If so, I call dibs."
I hate this...the weed and the parties.
Parties are really loud, and I'd much rather drink at home with Ethan and Hunter, like we used too, but no.
Now we have a reputation, and we have to go, or we'll lose our edge.
Now we show up at a party together, and then just split off and fuck some girl with daddy issues.
I wouldn't say I'm incredibly hot or model material or anything, but I'm not too bad.
Dark brown, almost black hair and eyes, six foot four, and i work out almost everyday before bed. It helps me look scarier to the stupid people in this school, being strong.
Not to mention the tattoos, earrings, and my entirely all black wardrobe, and my motorcycle.
All just another part of this image we have to keep up.
But the idea of leaving this group or any of the partying shit, is virtually unimaginable. I can't imagine how Ethan would take it.
"You can't call dibs." Ethan laughs.
I look over at him. He has more of a threatening vibe than I do, and it's not in what he wears, it's in his eyes.
He has deep green eyes that take in the world as it is, really fucked up.
And he'll do anything to crawl his way to the top.
Sometimes, when he's hurting people, I can see something really scary in his eyes. Something that makes me realizes there's something fucked up in his head.
Something I'm not going to cross, ever.
If you can't beat them, join them.
He and Hunter are brothers, and look pretty similar.
Wide shoulders and muscular bodies, with the odd tattoo here and there, light brown hair and a bad reputation.
Not as bad as their home lives, from what I can tell.
Way worse than mine.
Because as controlling and painful as my parents can be, at least they love me.
I don't think Ethan and Hunters parents could give two shits about them.
There's a reason when we hang out, that it's always at my place.
That, and the unlocked booze and the drugs we can find in the stash in the basement.
As much as I hate the weed and the pills they bum off me, it's better than not having friends.
"I called her first." Hunter adds. The girl, right.
I stare down at the joint in my hands, and then at the tiny bit of blood on my knuckles the freshman left behind.
"Bullshit. You just said she was hot. I call dibs." I cross my arms after handing the joint back to Ethan.
Maybe if I'm lucky, he won't hand it back.
"It was implied." Hunter mutters.
"You can have Mary," Ethan laughs, "I know she has feelings for you or some shit."
He bats his eyelashes dramatically. "Oh Hunter you're so HOTTT." He says in a high falsetto.
Hunter punches him in the arm, smiling playfully. "Shut up. She does not." He blushes slightly.
I'm missing my history class for this...
It's the only class I semi-enjoy.
That and English.
"Maybe we should head back in, guys," I say, looking up at the sky, "I think it's going to rain."
"Bullshit. You just want to go flirt with Ms. Davis."
Ms. Davis is known among the students to sleep with the seniors if you need an A...
All I'm going to say is I'm getting an A in the class, and so is Ethan.
"...Whatever gets me an A, man..." I laugh, going to the door, "Are you guys coming, or what?"
Hunter follows me, and we both stare at Ethan expectantly. "C'mon, you don't want to have to repeat high school a third time, do you?" I grin.
"Shithead." He mutters, throwing the joint to the ground and stepping on it to put it out, before begrudgingly following us inside.
...
I push through the people, drink in hand.
There's way more fucking people here than I expected.
I hate parties, but any excuse to drink is fine with me.
The music is so loud that it's giving me a headache.
I glance over and see Ethan making out with some chick on the couch.
It's hard to look away.
It seems like there's a party at Dirk's house every other weekend, his parents are never home.
I glance around, taking another drink.
I don't see Hunter anywhere.
He's probably fucking Mary somewhere.
Finally, I spot her.
Quinn.
Fuck, she did get hot over the summer.
She's in this tight, low-cut red dress, and all I can imagine is taking it off.
Her body is nothing short of amazing, curves in all the right places, and with that dress and her dancing to the music, it's really hard to miss her.
She's dancing with her friends, drink in hand.
When I approach them, she looks up at me, surprised.
But she doesn't quit dancing. "Hey, Damien!" She yells over the loud music, "Dance with me."
I smile, shaking my head. "Actually, this party's kinda lame. Do you wanna get out of here?"
I smile at her.
"Yeah, of course! Bye, guys!" She waves dramatically to her friends.
She's drunk as FUCK.
They all shoot her some winks, grinning at me."Let's go to my house." She slurs.
I down my drink and she grabs my hand, pulling me out of the loud house and into the dark.
She gets her keys out of her purse and unlocks her car.
I get in the passenger's side and before I can even shut the door, she's kissing me.
I fumble my hand onto the door and pull it shut quickly, before putting my hands on her waist and pulling her into my lap.
Now, this is a high I can fuck with. I'd much rather do this than be smoking, or whatever. This is the only reason I go to parties.
She begins pulling my shirt off and I let her.
I guess we're just doing this right here then.
END