Eyyyyy two chapters in one night, now I'm just spoiling ya'll. Enjoy!
Pip's POV
I can't believe what I just said. I can't believe I'm, once again, letting him into my house. Why do I feel so stupid to let him in is a good question too.
Turning on my heels, I tiredly led Damien into my living room and sat down on the couch. I wasn't at all surprised when he sat next to me on the couch and set his bag on the ground. He looked around and kept his hands on his knees, honestly being a gentleman.
Running his fingers over my eyes, I sighed and looked at him, frowning a bit. "Don't.. take what I said wrong, got it? I don't care that you care or that you say you're worried about me. I still stand by the fact you haven't given a fuck in the years since you've been back, but now all of a sudden you're trying." I muttered under my breath. He replied with a breathless laugh, but it wasn't cruel.
"I know you care that I care and that I'm trying. That first day, you were so defeated and it kicked something protective deep in me. I'm trying to be a better person and make a good mark on this world. Basically not be known as 'Damien, anti-christ, hellbringer, and son of the dark overlord Satan'. And.. I'd like to start with you." He stopped and let out another incredulous laugh at himself. "That sounds so fucking stuck up. But I'm pissed and worried and stressed lately and just.. I want you to smile and be happy, not covered in cuts and bruises, crying on a staircase and scared to even look me in the eyes." His voice shook and he teared up.
I fell silent as he spoke, tearing up a bit as well. "I.. know. I know you're trying, I said that. But I don't need you in my business and I don't need you dealing hell fire justice out." I replied.
Looking at me, his smile was cold and cruel. "I would.. I could. Give me the word." He was silent for a second before he leaned forwards, pursing his lips together. "… Will you tell me why? You said you were protecting Butters.. can you please give me details or something?" His eyes looked to mine again, almost begging for something, and only I knew what it was.
I took a deep breath and got up, shaking my head. "I.. I shouldn't tell you." I wasn't playing hard to get, not in my head. Damien ran with the same group as Cartman, I didn't know how good of friends they were but.. they had to be at least friendly with each other, right? It's not such a stretch to consider Cartman to do the things he did. Maybe.. I could tell Damien without saying who, right? Yeah.
"Fine. I'll tell you. But I refuse to tell you who it was." I sat back down next to him and settled in for the long haul.
"You're right. I want to protect Butters. It started.. god over a year ago? Butters and I are good friends, we always have been, we've always looked out for each other. Well, one day, Butters came to school a lot more quiet and shy, and I got it out of him pretty quickly that someone was hurting him. I was used to him getting beat up, I got beat up myself after all, but this was bad. He said it was kind of… sexual this time. Someone he'd always dealt with, but this person had gotten more aggressive lately. I couldn't stand back and just.. let it happen. I was protective, Butters is the only one that cares about me, and I care about him. I confronted the guy and.. I was forced to strike up a deal. But.. that deal didn't last long. And this guy is much too strong for us to fight against. And he only fucks with us together, or Butters alone. I.. don't think he has any interest in me sexually." I paused, tears starting to well up. "Or didn't."
It ended there. And we were both silent for a minute. He spoke first.
"Pip… does that mean what I think it means?" Damien's voice was quiet, but I saw his hands gripped together tightly and shakily with the rage inside.
"I wish it didn't." Was all I replied with.
His laugh was cold, vicious, angry. He got up and looked down at me with red eyes glowing with pure hatred. It scared me, that look he had. Suddenly I really did remember he had the blood of Satan coursing through his veins. Then a dark thought crossed my mind. If I told him who.. he'd take care of my problem for me in a heartbeat, friend or not. But what came out of that thought surprised me more than the murderous idea. In that instant, I trusted Damien to protect me.
I stayed silent though and let him fume for a minute. Then he knelt down in front of me and hugged me to the point it was painful. After struggling with him to let go, I just.. let him touch me. It was comforting. He looked over my face, my hands, arms, any skin that was showing. He barely brushed over the bruises he found, touched the cuts, and I let him have that moment of anger to himself so he'd just get it out of his system.
I didn't expect him to kiss me with tears in his ears and an apology whispered against my lips. It was just a soft 'I'm sorry', and I knew he meant it.
I was stunned as he got up, grabbed his stuff, and left my house with a goodbye. Even so, I left out a little laugh as he left, my lips still tingling.
"I.. I'm sorry too. Really."
