MY DARLING DAREDEVIL

Rage, everywhere

Damon’s eyes snapped to his father and rage swelled inside of him. He did not understand what his father was saying or why his father was saying that and he was not willing to understand. He only had questions that needed to be answered, and with the rage he had stormed into his parent’s house, they had to be answered. He resisted the urge to glare at him and shifted his gaze to his mother. They had always related well, and better than his father, so he found no need speaking so much to him when he could simply get what he wanted from his mother. Moreover, all the time Ethan had started speaking, Flossie maintained a cold expression on her face that was the complete opposite of the expression she had earlier when they were all emotional about the news that he had handled pretty well. But when he had asked the question, she had suddenly had a change of emotion and avoided his gaze like the plague itself and he also did not understand why. He stared at her for a while, urging her to look up at him. She was his mother after all and knowing how she could be, she never resisted or wasted a second to show any form of motherly love, concern, emotion or affection when it comes to Damon. She would always want a hug, a peck, a kiss, and even eye contact on occasions. But she was not even attempting to look at him, her eyes remained cold and distant, and they remained lowered or at any other place apart from his face. That was when he realised that they had both talked about it a long time ago and this was all planned out from the beginning. They knew that he wasn’t their son, they knew that a day would come when he wanted answers to certain questions and they had agreed to never give him that answer.

Flossie and Ethan had taken Damon like he was their flesh, their blood and even their soul. He was a light they would not allow to go back to the dark, he was the epistle of hope and eternal peace and joy in their life. But they knew that secrets could never be hidden forever so they decided and agreed upon this to keep whatever would put him back into darkness away from him. It was their way of protecting him and they were going to do it, even if it meant that they would have to fall out with him. They were not going to say anything, she was not going to say anything and he could see that. He frowned, hating the stubborn look on their faces and got up from where he had sat initially.

“I guess, I would have to stop taking the drugs, medication and therapy then.” Aziza’s words rang in his ear and his frown deepened. She had been correct about not being the biological son of the Roxwell, she had been correct about not having part of his childhood memory. And she had said a lot more things. Those were more aggrieved than any other that was why he had asked his parents forwardly to tell him the truth. After all, they had hidden the truth from him and had to explain why and who his parents were. But deep down, he also knew that the reason he wanted answers were far deeper than that. She had said that the drugs, medication and therapy he was taking were shutting down his memories, the one from his childhood. He did not want to believe that, but he had never actually thought about why he was taking those drugs. He only knew that he issues with his head that made his headache feel ten times stronger than the average head pain and more. The drugs were to only calm his headache and the other therapy was simply to talk about things that were unnecessary. He only knew that he had been doing them for such a long time, it had become part of him and he had neither questioned anything or thought that it was out of the ordinary.

Aziza’s presence and words were the only reason why he was suddenly so worried. He had been painted to find out the truth about his parents but it would be much more if it turned out that they had indeed stopped him from remembering by giving him such drugs and had deceived him badly. But why? Why wouldn’t they want him to remember his childhood? Did something happen? Or was he truly not human as Aziza had said. His heart clenched and tightened inside his chest at that thought, and he turned his gaze back to his father in an instant.

“Don’t you want me to remember? It’s my childhood after all.” Ethan’s eyes darkened at his statement and guilt filled his heart that it constricted his air flow for a brief second. But years ago, he had sworn to keep Damon away from the darkness and he was going to do just that no matter what.

“Damon, can you forget about all this?” Flossie finally spoke up. Her voice was shaking and hoarse.

“Would you simply want to forget about this?” he snapped at her, disliking their stubborn attitude even more. She lowered her gaze and turned to Ethan instead. His words were coming out angry, more than before when he had found out that he was not their child. They had expected more difficulty and thought he would run away since he could be very impulsive when he was deeply into his emotions. But no, he had instead forgiven them and acted like nothing happened. She was scared that keeping to the words she had said years ago would push him away and she was scared of losing him more than anything else.

“Don’t make this any harder for us, we….” He chuckled darkly and interrupted her. He was losing his wits as the time dragged on. He was making things difficult? He turned to her again, her eyes were becoming cloudy again with tears and she looked nervous, scared and hurt unlike the always confident and sassy woman he knew. The sight of her had tugged at his heart, asking him to withdraw and take pity on her. But a different part of him knew that he would remain restless till he found out if Aziza was right. The thought of being like her was more hunting and it would hunt him till he knew the truth. Taking his eyes off his mother, she had always been a weakness to him, he turned back to his father. He had adopted the face of the Ethan Roxwell he knew and knew how his mind was working.

“Why am I taking those drugs again?” he changed the question, only slightly.

“Because you might have a brain shutdown if you don’t.” he snarled.

“Yet Aziza seems to think otherwise,” he mumbled to their hearing. Ethan balled his hand into a fist and suddenly realised how Damon had come to find out the truth.

“I told you to stay away from that demon,” he jumped up on his feet and glared at Damon.

“I’m an adult, your words do not hold so much more than.” He retorted.

“Won’t you listen to your father. That woman is simply a nobody, a good for nothing, and she had found a way to wash your mind of reasonable things,” his voice went louder and louder as he spoke.

“I won’t do that. So, tell me what the truth is already...” he ordered, finding it rather suspicious that they were behaving so strangely.

“No, I would not,” Ethan answered within gritted teeth.

“You owe me an explanation,” he matched his exact tone and found it very ridiculous and agitating.

“We owe you nothing, Damon.” His father fired back.

“We picked you, treated you and gave you the best things in life. You owe us, you owe us your life instead so when I order you to forget about your past and move on, you should do it without complaints.” He refuted. Damon’s pupils shrank and his eyes turned frostier at the sentence his father had made. Simply because they had picked him up and given him a good life, he expected him to do just about everything he said. He had never expected him to lash out so wickedly, he had saved him back then, or stolen him, and he had to pay for it. Where did the undying and genuine love suddenly go?

“I will just do as it pleases me, dad,” he turned away and headed to the door. His heart sank and bitterness overwhelmed him as those words replayed in his head. Being a real son certainly had an advantage and he had this advantage all this while before Aziza came.

Angry, hurt, annoyed, he stormed out of the house and straight to his car. He was angry at everything, at everybody and at Aziza. But he could not bother to remain where he was, so they drove home speedily and he had rushed upstairs to his room. The day’s event replayed in his head, and his bitterness grew worse. He was not a child of his parents after all, his childhood memories were lost and he was standing on a chance that he was not human. After so many years on earth, living a simple, free and cunning lifestyle, he had lived and accepted that only humans existed, yet that existence was being threatened.

On going back home, all he felt was the rage, the secret and fear of being someone like Aziza. He had done a lot of things, hidden things in his life, he knew that he was not a saint but compared to Aziza. He shuddered. Seeing as his rage was taking over, he had turned to his shoes, taken it off and thought of taking a shower. But his pain returned, spitting his head into two different parts. His eyes darted to his drawer at first, where he had securely kept his medication. The pain intensified, he growled and stumbled to the wardrobe to get the last of the pill but the moment he held it in his hand, he decided to try Aziza’s concept since no one was willing to tell him the true story. He shut his hand tightly, holding the pill within and balling it into a fist. While taking the pain with each moment. But the pain had only gotten worse and worse and worse till his head felt like it would shatter anytime soon, then he collapsed.

He did not know what had happened, he only knew that he was angry the previous day and angry he recalled.

“Damon,” a familiar voice suddenly yelled from the hallway, pulling him out of his thoughts. Aziza frowned at the sound of the voice and thought of wanting to leave to avoid confrontation for Damon’s sake but before she could, the door was pushed open and Flossie, Damon’s mother with a wide look in her eyes came in. Her gaze fell on her son first, she had heard what happened to him the moment he returned home and had rushed over the first thing in the morning to check on him. She wanted to run along and hug him, but the sight of red hair beside him made her shift her gaze.

Rage fueled her heart when she saw the woman who had almost ruined her home. Her eyes turned red and her veins popped out of her skin as her neck went stiff as well. Hate burned her so badly, it was more intense than anything she had felt before. With heavy, loud, pushy steps, she started towards Aziza who could only stare at her with a frown.

Porrr……

“Stay away from my son, you vile slut,”

Aziza’s head whipped to the other side, and her cheek stinged mightily. Damon’s eyes widened and his heart raced instantly, quickly taking a bold step, he stood in between the two women, shielding one from the other knowing exactly that someone might literally die from actually slapping the wrong person. Aziza's own demons surfaced and a low growl escaped her throat. Only then did Flossie understand what she had done, who she had hit and unconsciously took a step back.