Novel & Cerita Damaged Like Us

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 just coded again. We’re losing him!” The world stopped.

It shatters into a thousand pieces. Just like I felt about us.

Damaged, complicated, constantly healing. But okay. Together. Always together. No matter what came next.

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.

"Would it be bad if I told you I think that's just your way of making yourself feel better?" "No, 'cause you're definitely right about that." I say and lightly laugh to ease the tension of the truth. "I guess I prefer to think of the damages given as this official part of me that I'll just embrace and choose to live with instead of putting it against those people who broke me. In some way, I'm hopeful those damages will help me move forward instead of holding me back in the past." I add. "Still doesn't convince me." I laugh again. "It wasn't meant to. People aren't built to share the same opinions. The damages do that to us, they mold us into what we are right now, including how we different

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.

DAMIEN I fùcked up. I fùcked up real bad when I followed the car. I was too slow because I didn't want Jake finding out that I was following them. So I kept losing track and getting lost on the way which wasted more time. I also have another huge problem. My battery is dead. I can't use my phone to make any calls. How can I be of help if I can't call the cops? Of all the days, why did I forget to charge my phone today? And why the hell did I forget my charger too?