Damon's POV
When I hear the words coming out of my father's mouth I feel like lightning just stroke me! Almost as if a bullet has been aimed straight at m heart opening a wound I thought I would be able to heal.
Not because I feel guilty... no… but because I was living in a dream. Sarah was my dream.
The way she’d look at me in ways I didn’t know I needed! How she’d melt at my touch and crave for more of what I had to give her –and God did I want to give her the world! Of course, this felt like a dream… a dream coming true. And my own father was the one dragging me back to an unwanted hell when I have just found my paradise.
Damon: Dad-
Michael: I don't want to hear it, son! I just can't! I had no problem with you fucking around! But that? THIS SHIT?! I told you, Damon! I told you! DON'T CATCH FEELINGS! Is it that hard?!
I frowned at his question unable to keep m cool. He was asking questions he didn’t want to know!