Jamie could feel all the color drain out of his face. He couldn't even process all the emotions he was feeling, he felt like he was going to throw up.
Very calmly, he got up and walked out of the room. He stood staring at his bedroom door, before pulling his arm back and punching it as hard as he could. "Motherfucker," he choked out on a strangled sob, cradling his throbbing hand next to his chest. The fact that that shithead of a demon had done that too his dad-rage and guilt were warring within him right now, he couldn't even find words to say what he was feeling right now.