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David;‘Dear Diary;I’m scared. I think Dimitri is going to hurt me. He’s… I thought I understood him, but I was wrong. He is messed up. The way his mind works is alarming. I thought it was just his way of showing love before, but I was wrong. I think I want to break up with him… But I don’t know how to tell him. Or even if to tell him. I’m scared. I’m… I’m really scared.’My eyes dance over the entry, and my heart squeezes for Sal. Suddenly, I hear footsteps rushing towards the room, and I quickly shove the diary under a pillow. Is it Sal??“David?!” I hear Mrs. Lana’s voice, and my brows crease. I get off the bed in worry and move over to the door.“M…Mrs Lana?” Why does she sound so worried?? Did something happen?The door soon flings open, and Mrs. Lana grabs my arms. “David. Something has happened. I don’t feel good.” She speaks breathlessly, and my brows crease.“What… What happened? Did Sal tell you to release me?” I question in worry and confusion, and she sighs. “Sal is n
Trigger Warning:This chapter contains depictions of emotional and physical abuse, including non-consensual acts, sexual coercion, and psychological trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised.Please note: These scenes are not written to glorify or romanticize Dimitri's behavior. Instead, I have written them to expose the trauma, control, and manipulation inflicted by Dimitri, and to portray the long-lasting effects these actions of his have had on Salvatore. If you are sensitive to these topics, consider skipping this chapter or proceeding with caution.... Enjoy✿David;I’ve been reading this book for minutes. Almost every entry is about Dimitri. Dates, arguments, petty fights, and how much he loves Dimitri. Blah, blah, blah. It’s infuriating to see how openly he confessed his love for Dimitir in this book. He’s written it over a hundred times in here, and the fucker has never said it to me. Not once. I guess I know where I stand now. I flip the next page, expecting to see the
Dimitri;I set him down in the car beside me, and he curls into himself beside the window. A sight that causes me to smile. I reach for him, and he doesn’t flinch. His eyes are closed, and he can not see me… But it still feels good not to have him fighting me… Fighting my touch… fighting my presence. I gently stroke his hair, and he lets out a breath. He looks so peaceful like this. So calm. So perfect… So unguarded. Quite like how he was when we were younger. “Sal?” I call, and he shifts a bit.“Hmm?”“Do you want to lie down a bit?”“Hmm…”I smile at his agreement, and then I grab his hair. Not tight enough to hurt him, but tight enough to wake him up a bit. “Look at me,” I order, and he blinks slowly as he looks at me. His eyes land on me, and to my surprise, he smiles.“What are you doing here?” He mumbles in his drunken state, and I huff. I guess it wasn’t such a bad idea to let him drink so much. He looks so cute this way. “Would you lie on my lap?” I question him, and his
David;‘Dear Diary,DIMITRI ASKED ME TO BE HIS BOYFRIEND!!Goddess, I’m so excited my heart won’t stop pounding! Of course, I said yes. I've had the biggest crush on him since forever. Imagine how flattered I felt when I found out that he likes me too.’I shut the book and swallow. Reading these words feels like I’m living the moment with him… Witnessing him love Dimitri. It hurts.It sucks. Every word is like a heavy brick being placed on my chest, alongside a head of others already there. I turn the open pages to the floor and stand up. My hands fly to my waist as I start pacing. Why am I even pissed? Why should I fucking care? It’s Sal’s past. Why should I care that he was once in love with Dimitri, and even dated the bastard? He was a young boy then. None of it matters now.… And even if it does… What do I care? I’m going to be getting out of here soon. Sal is a monster. One, I misunderstood. So, why do I care? I should stop reading the stupid diary. I don’t care about anythi
Dimitri;I watch him drink the seventh cup, and I raise a brow. How much more does he plan to drink?The bar would have chased him away, but I paid them to let him stay. To let him drink. I had my men watching him, and when they told me he bolted out of his house and had been driving from bar to bar, I had to get him one to drink at. I literally rented this hole for the night just to watch him drink.He looks like shit… If shit was attractive.Somehow, he looks worse than he ever looked each time I worked on his strength in the past. He called it torture… but I simply made him into the man he is today.And he hardly realizes it.“Another bottle!” He yells, and the bartender looks over at me. I lean back and nod, and the young man sighs. He grabs another bottle of whiskey and walks over to his table.“Sir, it’s not healthy to drink this much.” He whispers, and Sal responds by laughing in his face.“Who said I want to be healthy?” He slurs and I raise a brow. Oh?“Give me the damn bo
David;I lie hopelessly on the floor. Mrs. Lana had to leave cause she didn’t want Sal to find her outside the room. For the past half an hour, I’ve been trying to break out of this room. The fucking windows won’t budge. Not even the ones in the bathroom. And the lock won’t budge.I’m stuck. I curl further into myself as I listen to the silence of the house and the mumbled voices of the guards and men outside and about the house. I listen to the ocean crash and moan softly in the distance, and I shut my eyes. Trying to find peace or bearing or anything in the emptiness of this room, which I’ve realised is Sal’s childhood bedroom. I look at the anime posters on the wall, and my eyes land on a table with a heap of comic books on it. I sigh for the umpteenth time as I look away, and then I see something.The edge of a dusty, red leather-bound book peeked out from behind one of the table’s legs. I sit up cautiously and crawl over to it. What… is that?Curiosity gets the better of me,