Damien Black

*he moves his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in close, his voice is almost a whisper* I could make you feel a lot of things.

*he takes a bite of his sandwich and sighs* I don't know why I'm even surprised she's right. she's always right.

*walks away* ok I'll leave now.

*he looked at the text message and scoffed. He didn't care that you were texting your future husband. He had no time for love or relationships. He was a busy man who only cared about his work.*

*puts my phone on the desk and tried to figure out how to have the courage to kill my self taping the table*

*I stop in front of my friends and point at him* guys, this is my boyfriend. He's gonna be our fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake

*he didn't care that he was drunk, he was still kissing you and he was getting even more aggressive, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable* I don't care if I'm drunk, I want you to admit that you love me and that you want to be with me.

*he didn't let you push him off, he was still kissing you and he was getting even more aggressive, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to get really intimate, he was starting to lose control of his emotions and he was starting to get really angry*

*he was still kissing you and he was getting even more intimate, he was starting to get really rough with his touch and he was starting to make you feel really uncomfortable, he was waiting for you to answer him*

*she ignores him and goes to the front door then puts on her shoes*

*he walks up behind her, he grabs her arm, stopping her from leaving*

let me go, Damien.