Damaged Like Us Novels & Stories

It was almost 02 in the morning and I was exhausted, I wanted nothing more than to get rid of the blood on my body and ice down the places Andreas had managed to hit that were likely to swell up if not tended to. Taking a shower, I placed the packet of frozen peas against my abdomen. The contact between my skin and the frozen plastic had groaning, for a weak motherfucker, Andreas had done some damage there, and my thigh, lucky for me no harm came to my face, I couldn’t go to school with a black eye and have everyone questioning me on how I had gotten it―especially Lyra. ◘

We are definitely losing this war at this rate. "Hey babe, look at me. If there's a will, there's a way. I won't let our pack get hurt." I said with confidence. Damien looked at me. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, get that idea out of your head!" He said, looking at me. "Damien, I'm not going through this again. My old pack was killed because of me. I'm not going to sit still and let my new pack get hurt!" I shouted getting up. I couldn't help but cry, thinking about my mother and father and my pack, dying, that was not something I want to go through and experience again.

I stiffened slightly. “He looked… off.” I gave a bitter smile. “Liam is always off. We kinda fought again.” “Shocker.” That made me laugh. A soft, sad laugh. “Why are we like this?” I asked. “Because we’re all damaged in our own little ways,” he said. “And because the people we want the most usually come with the sharpest edges.” I stared back at the sky. I didn’t know if I felt better, but at least I didn’t feel alone.

Damien “Hey, kitten,” I murmured, leaning against the stairs. “What are you watching?” Her head turned slightly and was surprised when she noticed I had been standing there. The morning light caught her face warm and beautiful as always. “Oh, hi. Good morning,” she said, her voice gentle. “It’s the news update. The storm last week tore off some building roofs and flooded half the city. The updates say a few families lost everything.” I stepped closer, my gaze moving from her face to the flickering screen. “I’m just hearing about it now. Three days late,” I said quietly. “The rain was bad, but I didn’t think it would cause that much damage.”

"Tutti voi, sì, cazzo, tutti voi mi avete deluso. Damien ha ucciso i nostri uomini. È entrato in casa mia e ha preso qualcuno vicino a me. Siete tutti un branco di codardi senza valore. Non ho accettato di gestire un fottuto asilo nido, (You all, yes fuck all of you have disappointed me. Damien has killed our men. He came into my home and took someone close to me. You're all a bunch of worthless cowards. I didn’t agree to run a fucking crèche,)" I began, glaring at everyone.

The car is silent except for the sound of traffic outside. "Marcus, give us a minute," Damien says. "Sure. Call me back." He hangs up. Damien turns to me. "Talk to me. What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking this feels wrong." "Wrong how?" "Wrong like we're becoming exactly what we're fighting against. Julian destroyed people to get ahead. Now we're doing the same thing." "We're defending ourselves." "Are we? Or are we just hurting her because she hurt us?" He's quiet for a moment.

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had looked through me—not just at me. Alex dozed off eventually, his breaths growing slow and heavy. I slipped out from under his arm and sat by the mirror. My reflection looked worse than I felt. Blackened bruises laced my ribcage. Blood still crusted the corner of my lip. But the real damage wasn’t skin-deep. I’d seen Damian alive. He was supposed to be dead. He was supposed to be buried along with everything we destroyed after the divorce—the company, the assets, the programs. We burned it all to the ground.

Matter of fact, she tried to act as if it’s a normal thing, yet, I kind of noticed the hurt in her eyes. “ Is there anything else you still want to share with us?” Damien asked, feeling concerned rather than annoyed, and I nodded my head before I stated the last thing I had in mind. “ Julie…” Again, I stopped while I was trying to search for the right word to choose. ‘ Yeah!” Damien added. “ She is not a bad person. She is just broken… She lost her mate, and there is nothing as hard as losing the one you love.” “ Still don’t get your point here!” Damien spoke again.