• My head felt heavy as I attempted to push myself up from the cold, wet concrete that I was laying on. Slowly, and somewhat hesitantly, I opened my eyes to peer around at my surroundings. I could feel my stomach dropping as I realized where I was.
    Oh not again… I thought to myself as I drug myself to my feet, stumbling slightly from dizziness. I noticed that my jacket as well as my bag had gone missing and there was odd dirt like substance riddling my hair. I suspected it was either grit from the concrete or blood caked into my dark blue locks. At the time, I didn’t care which. My greatest concern was getting the hell out of there before Damian came back.

    Damian Lyhane was one sadistic son of a b***h. Sure, he was one of the sexiest, smooth talking, seemingly loveable guys in Bennington, but still. Once you get to know the real Damian, you can never look at him the same way. You start to see all the things that he’s done. Whether those things have happened to you or to a complete stranger. One look in those cold steel colored eyes and you can get lost for all eternity. Damned for all eternity is more like it. With one look, Damian could capture the hearts of any woman he desired. With one flick of that snake like tongue, he could acquire anything that he desired. That was, until he met me. I intrigued him. A fact that, in complete honesty, both thrilled and frightened me. Knowing Damian was something that I felt would be the most beautiful…and dangerous thing to happen in my life. As I ran through the darkened halls of the abandoned asylum, I knew that it was the latter of the two that would hold me to this inevitable fate. My heart nearly stopped as I came to a grinding halt, stumbling forward slightly.

    “Dear Dante…leaving so soon?” The deep, cold voice rang out across the deserted hall, the sound echoing off of the steel plated walls. I could sense the venom dripping from his words as he advanced towards me, his naturally good looks contorted by the twisted grin spreading across his thin face. Immediately I began backing away, my eyes never leaving his form. As I turned to run, I felt a sharp pain in my already throbbing head, my hair being gripped tightly in Damian’s closed fist. He gave an especially painful jerk, causing me to fall back against his body. I couldn’t hide the grimace on my face as his tongue found its way up my neck before he whispered in my ear.

    “You didn’t think it would be that easy to rid of me, did you, Dante? Tsk, tsk. For such a pretty, exotic girl, you really aren’t that bright.”

    “Shut up…” I managed to hiss through gritted teeth. “You know nothing of me.”

    His snake like tongue wound itself around my earlobe, causing another grimace to form as
    I jerked away from him, only to be pulled harshly back against him by my hair.

    “That’s where you’re wrong, my love. I know more about you than you realize. Such as…your new obsession with this…pretty boy. It saddens me so, to see that you have replaced me so easily.”

    “Shut. Up. I was never yours to begin with. You are nothing more than a sick, twisted b*****d, Damian. You’re lower than scum.” With that being said, I turned and spit right in his face, slamming my elbow into his abdomen before making a run for it. I noticed my bag and jacket, both torn and soaking wet, on my way out of the asylum. I snatched them up, forcing all of my weight onto the cracked and broken door leading out of the building. Not once did I look back until I had reached the safety of my home, nearly collapsing the moment I entered the front door.

    “What the hell happened to you?” I heard my mother speak up, kneeling before me to glance over my wounds. She was dressed in her usual outfit: black jeans, a red t-shirt and black combat boots. I loved my mother, not only because she was my mother, but because she was the…coolest… adult that I had ever had the chance to know. I leaned into her as I felt my head getting light once again.

    “Long story…Can I go to sleep now?”

    “I’ve got time. And no, you can’t go to sleep yet. You might have a concussion.” She carefully thread her fingers through my hair, causing me to wince as one of her black painted nails struck a gash in the back of my head. She sighed before pulling me into her arms. “Who did this to you, Dante?”

    I couldn’t fight back the tears that had been welling up any longer as I buried my face into my mother’s chest. She rubbed my back slowly, silently pleading with me to talk to her. I took a deep breath before I answered her.

    “…Damian…”

    I could feel her body stiffen at my words. A soft whimper escaped my cracked and dry lips as I tried to curl closer to her body, my own feeling cold and stiff. She continued to run her fingers through my hair, a slight growl emitting from her throat.

    “Don’t worry, baby. He’ll get what’s due to him. In good time, Damian Lyhane will pay for the crimes he has committed upon this society and your life.”