Damien: force of habitMature

Since Kyle visited, my relationship with Nathan had been far from stable. All we'd really done is fight and have angry sex. And as much as I enjoy the angry sex, it doesn't make up for the fighting.

I sit out in the yard on my own, ready to spend the day sulking and being moody and arguing with Nathan whenever I see him until lights out. At least, that's the plan until my name gets bellowed out across the yard. I get up and walk over to the guard, wondering what I've done wrong now.

"You have a visitor, Cross," he tells me, handcuffs at the ready.


I sit down across from Kyle, surprised to see him looking near enough to healthy again. He smiles at me, and I just about manage to return it.

"How're things?" he asks.

I shrug. "Alright, I guess. You? You're looking better."

"Things are great," he flashes me a little grin and I push a smile onto my lips.

"That's good to hear."

"How's Nathan?" I answer him with another shrug. How should I know? I've not seen him since I punched him this morning because he was griping about how I've been a bitch to him all week. Kyle gives me a kind of curious face.


"Nothing," he replies. Yeah, that's what I thought.

"So may I enquire as to what's finally managed to cheer you up?" I ask, steering the conversation away from Nathan.

"Rayn," he tells me with this mushy smile on his face. I feel my eyebrow reaching up towards my hairline at that.


"How's Rayn made you happy? Not with drugs, I hope," I can't help the look of suspicion that creeps onto my face.

He lets out a little laugh, "no, that was just a one-time thing. I... I kind of asked him out the other day," he explains, that mushy smile staying firmly fixed in place. I fell into a sort of shocked silence. When I'd told Rayn to make him happy, I really hadn't considered that they'd end up going out. Somehow knowing he'd finally moved on actually hurt a bit. Okay, quite a lot. All the time he was moping over me, I'd kept hope that we might be able to get back together after I was done with this shit hole. He looks at me, and I keep my shocked silence. "Damien?"

"Sorry," I mutter, forcing a small smile, "congratulations to you two." He gives me a tiny smile of his own.

"I still think about you, y'know."

"I should hope so too," I tell him, forcing back the weird waves of jealousy and hurt. It's been what, eight months since we split? Why is this bothering me?

"I still miss you," he says, looking down at his hands.

"I miss you too, you soppy old ass." He chuckles at that, but I can't seem to keep the fake smile on my face for long. "You guys should drop by more often. It's pretty fucking lonely in here."

"Sorry I haven't been in a while. I would've just ended up a crying wreck again if I had."

"It's okay. I kinda guessed as much." I think I might have ended up a crying wreck if he'd come over to see me too. I say that like I'm not wishing he'd fuck off already so I can go have a breakdown in private.

He smiles slightly, "still kinda hurts but what can I do, eh?"

"Man up and deal with it?" I chuckle a little.

"Guess I'll have to," he lets out this tiny laugh. I'm quiet for a while, trying to think of something to say.

"Tell Rayn that if he hurts you, I'll make him wish he'd never been born."

He smiles, "as long as you tell Nathan that from me." I try to keep my scowl toned down at the mention of Nathan, but apparently Kyle notices, and arches his eyebrow at me. I sigh, not exactly offering him any explanation.

"Something happen?"

"I made the mistake of feeling bad for what I'd done after you last visited. He tried to convince me that you deserved to feel like shit for cheating on me, but I didn't agree and we've been fighting ever since, really."

"Shit. Sorry, I knew I shouldn't have visited that day."

"It's not your fault, we're just too stubborn to agree to disagree or let it drop," I chuckle weakly, letting him ruffle my hair.

"Well I hope you get it sorted out, gorgeous."

"Thanks. I hope Rayn's the right thing for you. Oh, and since Rayn's an old friend, don't you fuck him over either, ‘kay?" or fuck him in any way at all, really. He won't be a happy bunny if you try.

"I won't," he promises and I nod, smiling a little. He returns the smile just as the guard walks over and tells us our time is up. He sort of goes to kiss me, but stops himself, blushing. "Sorry, force of habit."

"S'okay," I mutter, pecking him on the cheek and getting up. "Maybe see you next week?"

"Yeah," he smiles and I smile back, letting myself be steered back in the direction of my cell.

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