The Transference

C33

First thing that comes to mind is to bounce on him and punch the hell out of him but that will show that I actually give a fuck even though I really do care. Damian has showed me that he can't be trusted and no matter what I do, he can never seen me as equal, so why bother waste my fist on him when I do so many things with my hands.

This isn't really expérience du hors corp, seeing as how he's here and I don't have to spend endless hours searching for something that represents me. Dean really did me a favor by just putting me in here, at least I'm free to do whatever I want with this place including my plans of destroying everything. Should turn the place upside down or burn the shit to the ground?

Arson. I've never set anything on fire before, I can start now.

"Camille?" Damian deep voice pulls me out of my trance. He sounds defeated and exhausted. If I cared, I would ask what's going on but I don't, so he can be feeling whatever it is he's feeling elsewhere.

I ignore him and look away from his direction, heading over to the three-seater that's facing the large television screen and fire place directly. The air conditioner is on and I see the Bluetooth speaker on, so I'm going to connect and put on some great music and sketch away. I think I'm going enjoy this twenty four. I mean, I would if he leaves me be.

I drop my bag beside me and open the zip. I hear him call my name again and I ignore him again. Why can't he just take a hint?

He does this every time, he hurt me and when I get angry and obviously upset, he comes crawling with his stupid cool tone that I didn't even know he had, trying to win me back but that won't happen this time.

The way he looked me on the field, I can't get that look off my head. Yeah, I wasn't in control of my actions but I saw his eyes. He was disgusted, he was angry. And the way he chose Penelope over me... I can't... I just can't.

I bring out my phone and turn on my Bluetooth, it searches for available devices and one appears 'KS-1'. I pair the device with mine and it pings. A smile plays on my lips as I click on the Spotify app and scroll through my playlists. I've got so many playlists, I click on my 'Sketch' playlist when I hear him call my name again.

"Camille." His voice sounds louder even though it's comes out as a whisper. He's near, I can smell him.

"Camille, I'm sorry," he apologizes and I hate the way he sounds so sincerely. It's making me more angry.

Why is he apologizing? He hurt me earlier today and I don't want to get started on his lies about Roman.

"Camille, please talk to me, I'm sorry–" I cut him off because I can't take it anymore.

"Fuck you!" I turn to face him and for the first time since we had the fall out, I look into his eyes and I hate that I once let those blue eyes fool me. "How's that for talking?"

"I understand your anger–"

He stops talking when I let out a dry chuckle. "Oh, you do? Really? Pray tell."

He moves closer, standing in front of me. I shake my head and look away from him, I don't think I can maintain eye contact and still be this angry. I have to keep my anger.

"I was trying to protect you. I am trying to protecting you," he tells me, which just adds more fuel to my burning anger.

I get up and raise my head to meet his gaze, not scared to do so anymore because I'm past it. "Is that what you were doing?!" I scream at me, the anger that I've been bottling up for him is coming out. "Is that what you were fucking doing? Lying to me about Roman! Making me feel guilty over nothing." I reduce my voice with the upcoming words. "You gave my best friend a spell to mess with my mind. Do you have any idea how I felt this morning when you asked Penelope how she felt? In front of me. You didn't even ask if I was okay, you didn't even care!"