Damien’s P.O.V
I painstakingly stepped out of my car, wincing at the pain that shot through me as I put one foot on the floor. My parents are evil! Evil! This is probably the hangover talking but right now I swear I hate them for making me come to school as punishment for coming home at 5am last night. This means I slept for about an hour and a half before my mother came barging into my room, yelling her bum off about how I was going to be late. I had replied by groaning that I was sick but she wasn’t having any of that as she harshly threw open my curtains letting in a flood of light that had my already closed eyes squeezing themselves even tighter and my head throbbing in response. She made sure to make as much noise as possible before pulling me out of bed by my leg and telling me to g
