THIS COULD BE READ AS A STAND ALONE!
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has always been the oblivious one. Ever since that night when he was eight, the nightmares never left him, turning sleep into a battleground. But now, life appears perfect-he has a girlfriend, good frie...
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I have been loving my life recently. Ignoring Damien for the past few days felt like vacation. Even though he didn't mind it, saying I talked too much.
Whatever.
Then of course he had to do something to fuck up my vacation. I'm grounded for a week. No electronics, Sabrina or fresh air.
I had to lay there, listening to Romeo's giggles all day. I was close to tears. I'm way too sensitive for this.
So I did the only thing that would get Damien attention, starving. I will starve all day so he can feel bad.
I've been holed up in my room all morning, and I haven't eaten anything. My door was knocked a few times before silence fell again. An hour later, Damien walked in, and wondered how he managed to get my room key.
I hid myself under my blanket as he stepped more inside. "You need to eat something muzzle" I mentally groan when he said my nickname.
"I'm not hungry" I mumbled under the blanket.
I heard his sigh then seconds later the blanket was rip away from me. "Eat or I force you" he simply said, pushing a bowl of cereal in my face.
"Im not hungry!" I snapped, unable to mask my frustration. He yanked the bowl away and cupped my jaw, his fingers tightening.
He shoved spoon full of milk down in my mouth and I coughed it out onto the bed. "Are you trying to kill me?" I wiped away the milk, my eyes fixated on him as I did it.
"J-just eat, please" he stuttered which was unusual. He stomped away, shutting the door on his way.
I don't even like Cheerios.
***
"Alright, cya later" Romeo murmured as they kissed on the lips again. I rolled my eyes and increased the sound from the television, spitefully.
He closed the door and the remote was snatched from my hands. "Just so you know, I'm the reason you get 3 hours of TV everyday" I tried to grab the remote but he looked at me to see if I understood.
"Yes Damien. Thank you Damien" A smug smile spread across his face, knowing he had control. He threw the remote next to me before he head into the kitchen.
I clicked onto my favorite movie and placed my feet's on the coffee table. Mins pass by and now he's beside me, munching on some food.
"You didn't give me a plate?" I said my voice soft.
"No, you're grounded.. Remember?" He smirked, eating a piece of fried chicken. I folded my arms, aggressively and payed my attention back to the tv, trying to ignore his laughs.
