eleven
"where is she?" rindou asked as soon as katara opened the door. before she could say anything, a loud crash sounded through the house. "the fuck was that?"
"the twins, baji and draken took her downstairs to the basement and set up a rage room for her." she shrugged, “wasn’t that hard since we’re still moving in and we have a cleaning crew coming tomorrow.”
“okay, can i come in?” he asked before another bang rang through followed by some cheers.
“yea, follow me. just, keep in mind she’s hurting. damon and kaleah were the only part of home she had.” katara said, locking the door behind them and leading him downstairs. as they walked, he could hear the rock music that was being downed out by yelling and the sounds of things being destroyed. rindou also noticed another person who wasn't mentioned to be at the mansion the crew had purchased. damon was sitting on the chair across from the chaos, holding a bottle of liquor.
"alright, break this shit!" baji yelled as he and smiley carried in a box tv. you were standing in the middle of the floor, an aluminum bat in hand, gloves, goggles, and a helmet. as soon as the boys placed the tv down and walked away, you attacked it. the boys all cheered as you absolutely destroyed the item in front of you. at one point, you dropped the bat and started kicking it, angrily screaming.
"hey, alright you got it." draken said, trying to get your attention. that didn't work as you kept going. "just calm down."
"don't tell me to calm down!" you yelled at him.
"nah, take a break. let damon get in on this shit." baji said. "i know you're upset but it's gonna be-"
"keisuke, do not fucking tell me it's gonna be okay. it'll never. be. okay." you said, still kicking the leftover material. "i should've did more."
"mo, i should've protected her more." damon spoke. he took a swig from the casimigos and shook his head in disappointment. "both of you. i should've gave both of you more to life. I'm so sorry, y/n." he said, wiping the tears that was on his face. "i regret the way i treated you, i shouldn't have fucked janae. i wanted to spend my whole life with you and i fucked that up. i don't have you, kaleah, no one. emi hasn't even called me yet. my fucking sister died and my bitch hasn’t even called me yet, isn’t that crazy."
“damon, not the time.” you seethed.
“i just miss, us. that’s not my priority, you were, you are!”
“this isn’t the time, damon!” i yelled at him, crying. “you chose her! you chose janae! you chose everyone over me, now i’ve moved on.” you started laughing out of frustration. “you’re such a piece of shit. you’re such a fucking piece of shit. do you have any idea how much you hurt me, huh? i wanted to die without you. now i’ve moved on with someone who never questioned to put me first and you want to take that away from me? fuck off.”
“tch. where is he if he is so much better than me?” damon questioned. i mean…good point i guess.
“i hate you.” i cried at him.
“i know mama.” he sighed. “i’m not gonna stop fighting for you.”
i used the bat and started swinging again, so angry. i was so mad that he would use this time to bring it up. my friends all just stood there, not knowing what to say (for once).
"hey, hey." rindou finally said, making his presence known. "princess, you can stop now." as soon as you heard his voice, you stopped and turned around.
"the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, "thought you were mad at me." he could tell you were so close to breaking, and he felt like an asshole for not acknowledging the loss you were dealing with earlier. he didn’t think, clearly. he didn’t get how you could love someone so close to someone who hated, and yet here you were. your hands were shaking, eyes welling up with tears and your throat sounded dry as you spoke, and that’s when he knew there wasn’t much he could say to make the situation better.
"m'not mad, c'mere." he said. rindou was never good at comforting, so he just opened his arms and hopefully you got the hint. you dropped the bat and practically ran into his arms. “i know. i’m sorry. let’s just go.”
he picked you up in his arms and started walking towards the back door. “rin, can we go to yours?”
“of course.” he said before turning to damon. “look man. i’m sorry about your sister. i don’t mind helping you out anyway i can but keep my girlfriend out of your bullshit.”
“tch, whatever nigga. preciate it.“ he said, drinking another large gulp before laying back. “means a lot.“
“no sweat. couldn't imagine losing ran.“
rindou carried you out back and through the garage to his car in the driveway. he put you down for a moment so he could open the door for you.
“thank you.” you mumbled, getting in. you were a wreck. hair frizzy, mascara smudged and eyes swollen. he couldn’t believe he didn’t notice.
“i’m sorry, about everything i said.” he said.
“don’t worry about it. you didn’t know.” you replied, closing the door. you closed your eyes, trying to process everything before time moves normally. he got into the driver’s side and placed a hand on your lap. “you don’t have to be like concerned , we’re not together.”
“i’m concerned because we’re friends, y/n.” he said. “our arrangement doesn’t change that.”
and yet, you were wishing it did.
“right, friends.”
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