Chapter 43

                     ~Damon's POV~

I stood in the doctor's office not believing my ears.

"What---What do you mean by she only has two months to live?" I asked my heart beating fast in my chest.

He sighed and got up walking around his desk.

"I'm sorry young man but it's the truth. I conducted another test on her and the results weren't good. She is slowly dying. That's why I called you here. I'd advice you make these last moments of her life memorable for her" The doctor adviced.

My heart sank deep. And the realization that I am going to end up alone dawned on me.

"Can-can I see her?"

"Sure follow me. Although it's pretty late but I will permit it since I understand" He said leading me out of his office.

We walked into her room the beeping sound of the machine was the only thing to assure me that she is still breathing.

She was still asleep, she looked so lean like something is eating her up from the inside.

"Why Is she still asleep?" I asked walking over to her bed.

"Her body is weaker now so she is prone to get more tired. She was awake during the day and asked for you but later fell unconscious." The doctor explained.

I nodded in understanding holding her small hand. He left shutting the door giving us privacy.

"Mom why? Why do you wanna do this to me! I know I was not the best son but I promise to be better, please just--just don't leave me. I don't want to be alone" I sobbed crying my heart out.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on her hand.

"Y-you are a bad mother you know, you just want to leave me alone here? Even Rose left and now you too?" My voice cracked as I scolded her.

"It's all that lunatic's fault! I swear I will make him regret the day he crossed your path!" Hatred and Rage bloomed in my heart.

All I could see was red and all I wanted was his blood only then will the pain stop. I will not have peace till I make him pay.

I wiped my tears from her hand and my face kissing her cheeks before I left.

'He is going to pay for everything he has ever done!'

Once I got to our new sight, I walked in ignoring the surprised looks from the guards and goons guarding the house.

I walked through the hallway and paused when I spotted Tiger approaching.

"Hey Tri-- um...I mean Damon what a surprise, what are you doing here?" He asked looking surprised.

'He is so lucky he corrected himself'

"Where is Roger?" I asked ignoring his question.

The deadly look in my eyes must have given me away cause he just pointed behind him.

I walked past him heading towards Santiago's office. If I'm correct Roger is most likely there.

I could see them cower away from me. Some following a different path.

I was sizzling with rage, a rage that came from pain.

My eyes was probably a dead give away because none of them came close.

I pushed open the office door and walked in.

Santiago sat on his desk, surprise on his face.

Roger sat in front of him as they seemed to be in a conversation before I walked in. But I don't care.

"You're here Trigger, what a pleasant surprise we were ju--"

"Where is the old man?" I directed my question at Roger ignoring an obviously raging Santiago.

He's stupid if he thinks I'd listen to whatever he has to say.

Roger seemed to read the tense atmosphere as he stood up and nodded at the Don before walking out with me.

"You should know better than to piss him off" He explained as we walked through the corridor.

I scoffed "He needs me, not the other way round"

"He might but remember, when he has no use for you again or he gets tired of your insults and rude behavior he'd dispose you, trend carefully.." He cautioned.

He is right though. Santiago has the power to make me disappear from the face of the Earth if he wants to. But that doesn't mean I'd kiss his ass.

We walked down a stairs leading down a dark corridor. The stench here was bad and awful. The smell of blood and decaying matter coated the air here.

We approached a black wooden locked door. Roger opened it and walked Inside with me behind him.

He stepped aside giving me way, and then I saw him.

He looked pitiful. He was upside down in chains strapped to the wall. A table in front of him full of torture equipments some still stained with blood.

He looked like he aged more in here. His face and body bruised.

"Want me to leave you alone?" Roger asked.

"Yes." I replied.

He nodded and left shutting the door.

'Its time to play'

A bucket of water sat at the corner of the room. I lifted it up, pouring it over his face.

He gasped awake.

"Glad to see you slept well" I mused.

"Y--you!" He forced the word out of his bruised lips.

"Good to know you haven't forgotten me" I smiled enjoying the sight of him.

I sat down at the edge of the table crossing my arms.

"So tell me have they been treating you nicely?" I asked.

He chuckled and coughed in pain.

"I-is she dead? She must be dead that's why you're here right, to take revenge? You're just a pitiful kid" He chuckled despite being in pain.

My veins popped. I felt enraged.

"No she isn't but you'll be" I replied calmly.

I stood up from the table picking up the bottle of whiskey on the table.

"How about we have a toast, to your death" I popped the bottle open, taking a huge gulp and handing the bottle over to him.

"Oh sorry I forgot, you can't take it. Don't worry I'll help you"

I poured the alcohol over this body not forgetting the deep wounds on his body. He screamed and grimaced in pain.

I emptied the remaining content on his face making sure he choke on it.

He coughed and gasped. His eyes red, saliva falling from his mouth.

"You bastard!!!" He yelled.

"Oh my bad" I apologized smiling in satisfaction.

I threw the bottle as it crashed breaking the pieces on the floor.

I walked towards the table and picked up a dagger, a smirk on my lips as I observed how beautiful it was.

"This is one beautiful piece don't you think?"

"Just kill me you psychopath!" He yelled.

I laughed finding his words funny.

"I won't....at least not before I get satisfied with torturing you"  I replied.

With rage I forcefully imbedded the dagger into an open wound in his stomach. His blood splashed on my face.

He screamed at the top of his voice. I'm sure the whole house heard that.

I pulled the dagger out making him scream again.

"A-asshole..." He cried in pain.

I fisted his hair and pulled it back making sure he looked into my eyes despite being hung upside down.

"You can't even imagine how much of an 'asshole' I am" I am sure he felt the danger and threat in my words cause I could feel his body shudder in fright.

I forced two finger into the wound on his thigh.

Roger sure did a number on him. He screamed in pain, blood sprouting from the open wound.

"Y-you a-are a monster!" He cried out.

"Look whose talking..." I chuckled in amusement.

"Tell me how many times was Rose raped before she was killed? How much did you torture my mom?" I asked my eyes darkening.

"I-it wasn't my fault" He said softly.

"Maybe not but you'll pay for it" I reminded him.

I punched his face over and over again, blood sprouting out of his mouth. He pulled on the chain and choked on air. My fists were bruised when I stopped but his face-- was damaged.

I tortured him over and over again with different equipments letting my anger and frustration out on him.

I engraved my name on his forehead with a knife. A painful process might I add. My sister and my mom's name, I carved on his chest. Even in death I will make sure he never forgets my name and what he did to the people I love.

His screams were piercing and loud. The torture might be on him but the entire house wasn't spared for I'm sure they could hear his cries and screams.

"Pl-please j-just kill me...." He sobbed pleading.

"With pleasure. You bore me already" I picked up a shard of glass from the floor and walked towards him.

The glass mirrored his face perfectly.

He looked like a broken glass. Pain, misery, the desire for death in his eyes.

He was broken. A look I most enjoy on his wretched face.

"Y-you are going to hell!" He cussed spiting on me.

I chuckled "Tell the devil hello for me" And just like that I stabbed the shard of glass into his eyes.

His body shook before it went limp.

"I will see you in hell" I muttered smirking. I wiped his blood off my face with a cloth hung by the side and walked out.

I sat down on an empty road, darkness clothing the sky. I leaned my head on the wall.

I should be relieved and satisfied that I killed him but no, I am still in pain.

Angry tears escaped my eyes as I called the only person I could call--Lan.

I need to forget, everything. Today and every other day.

I rested my head and closed my eyes waiting for him.