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DAMIEN ..I moved to the end of the room, the dark space then felt suffocating, taking off the baseball bat that was kept propped against the wall, the wood cool and solid in my hand.The thought of Leila being in my house, in my space just miles away, twisted something cold and harsh in my gut.I could use this on her, my thought wandered, my grip tightened on the bat, and maybe make her mother see her daughter go through it, feel just a fraction of the pain we’d felt, the pain that was a constant ache behind my ribs. The thought was ugly and monstrous but it was there, a dark whisper born of years of hurt.The thought of how much I had gone through, picking up minimal jobs back in the day, scraping by just to take care of Gerald when my dad was there laying in that hospital bed.I guess that’s why he had to move on from this earlier and that’s what I wanted, to give him that security, until things were supposedly back to normal which they never really were. All that sacrifice,

DAMIEN ..I moved to the other end of it, the cold granite of the tombstone pressing against my hand for just a second long before I pulled it away, throwing the flower in my hand to the floor, watching the petals scattered like littler pieces of something broken.It felt like it was just a few months ago, not fourteen, since we stood here for the first time, the raw gaping wound of losing him still fresh and the invisible bone in my throat didn’t seem to want to go off, stuck right there, all of this was a reminder of the day the world shifted on its axis.I fixed my shades back to where they were, shield my eyes from the weak sunlight that somehow felt too bright that day, moving towards my brother who had both hand crossed in front of him, a silent sentinel staring at the grave.It had been fourteen years already, etched into the stone was a number that felt both impossibly long and horrifically short.It felt like he just did it yesterday, the act that brought us here, the act

LEILA ..The weight of what he had just said settled heavily on me as I walked through the hallway leading back to my room trying to look back at the footsteps, even though I knew better than to actually turn around.It was messing with my head, this whole situation.He was kind of a gentle person this time without telling me to pick up my things and leave, which was totally unexpected after… well, everything.Although there was still little command in his tone even if he tried to be careful while I rocked on his crotch more of his dick back there, a chill crawled up my spine remembering how it felt.I didn’t look back, but I felt the weight of his gaze, mightily settling on me, burning into the back of my skull even through the damn wall I wished I wished was between us, just that feeling of being watched like he owned every inch of space I occupied, even the air I breathed.Actually he does.Pushing open the door, the familiar mess of my room greeted me, not totally a mess but I

DAMIEN ..That same day, my father had returned home, as if some instinct had warned him what was happening.He walked into the house, his face etched with a weary resignation, and then he saw a letter lying on their bed.I hadn’t touched it.I had gone into their room earlier, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach, to see if she had packed her things. And yes, everything was gone.She was gone.Leila was goneShe left without even looking back at us.He was a shadow of himself for a long time after that, a ghost haunting the halls of our once happy home. He was always complaining, his words laced with bitterness, and he stopped looking after us, lost in his own grief. He loved her more than he loved us, more than he had even loved my birth mother, who had died years earlier, two years after giving birth to Gerald.I watched him drink himself into a stupor night after night, embarrassing us at every turn, racking up more and more debt.Then, he fell ill, his body finally succum

DAMIEN ..I watched her retreating back as she gathered her things, her movements stiff, each step a testament to the pain she wouldn't voice.She didn't turn back as she limped towards the door, a silent goodbye.I knew she was hurting, both physically and emotionally, but she wouldn't let it show.That's Leila for you. Sex with her was always electric, a primal connection that left me breathless, and the way she moaned my name… it drove me fucking insane, and she knew I loved seeing her in that garter belt, a small, wicked detail that always set my blood on fire and she knew me too damn well, understood the twisted desires that lurked beneath the surface.This was it. The end of the Elvares.They were finally erased, a stain wiped clean, and if any of their bloodline, any distant cousin or forgotten offspring, still drew breath somewhere in this godforsaken world, then they should be ready for a war unlike any they had ever imagined.They should come armed with a fucking army,

LEILA ..Maybe everything I had ever thought about Damien, the darkness that clung to him like a second skin, the ruthlessness that could chill you to the bone, all seemed to trace back to my mother’s actions.All this time, all he had wanted, deep down, was to exact the same kind of revenge, a bitter truth that settled in my stomach like a lead weight.I could feel it in the air, a lingering tension that even Gerald, who usually bounced back from anything with a grin, couldn't completely dispel but Damien… Damien wasn’t wired that way.He didn’t simply get over things, not even for a little while.He would make sure you understood the depth of his pain, would rip your heart out if you didn’t feel it too.He truly lived by that twisted code of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” a philosophy that painted his world in shades of vengeance and retribution.The kiss deepened, becoming a slow, deliberate claim, he controlled the way we shifted on the bed, a subtle yet