“You,” Smith Macmillan, gay and only son of the Macmillan’s said again as he moved towards Damien. Damien quickly brought his chin down again “I think we have… Look up when I am talking to you, you dimwit!” he yelled when he couldn’t see Damien’s face again.“You what?!” Leticia’s high-piercing shriek was heard from the house just as Damien was raising his head to face Smith.Smith’s head jerked towards the door then he grimaced as he turned away from Damien, losing interest in the identity of the nobody before standing with his head bowed before him.“Well, whatever that is. I am not getting caught in the middle of it. See you later, old Shawn” he said as he got inside the car in a hurry and the driver started the car. “You can tell my old man that I am not coming back anytime soon. His female's shrieks and yelling could try a saint and we all know that I am no saint, don’t we?” he said as he thumped the driver on the shoulder and the latter drove away at a high speed down the drivew

Damien stayed away from the staff house throughout that evening. That was after he ducked out of the way when he saw Leticia stalking back to the main house with a fury more intense than what she could feel rolled off her when she left earlier.The could see her muttering something in anger even with the distance between them and he wisely chose not to pick up on what she was saying. He knew that none of it could be favourable for him anyway. He was already on the path that led to the staff house when he remembered the look that the staff housekeeper had given him earlier and he thought that those two young men that bundled him to Butler Shawn’s office might be there at the moment too.“Better to steer clear for now,” he thought to himself. Especially since he could picture Head Gardener Salem’s forbidden look in his mind’s eyes. He took the next path that led away from the staff house and he smiled at himself when the outhouse came into view. “At least, I was left to myself here,” h

Damien did not have time to wonder what was wrong with her though because in the next seconds, it was as if he was sucked into something unexplainable and he saw beyond what he had expected.He could see snippets of her life. During her childhood, her younger self ran in a blue and white painted house with a lawn. Her older self ran with a one-eared shaggy dog. Many different versions of her raced across his mind and in his state of in-between, he could feel her as if she was right there with him going through the rolling pictures with him. Memories. They had to be memories. A part of him was conscious enough to think but for the first time, Damien couldn’t pull himself out of someone’s thought as usual. This was different. So, as helpless as he could be, he swept along into another memory and this time; she was much older, just like the girl he could see now. And she was crying. Gut-wrenching cries with fat tears rolling down her face. He could see people dressed in black then two

The school day passed as uneventfully as it could that day without Damien’s presence being detected by anyone. He went to the cafeteria together with Sky and the latter asked for extra help at the food counter. The chef gave him a stinky eye but then he heaped more mashed potatoes onto his tray. He got his way with the extra cutleries too, after he mumbled something about having PTSD and allergies.Sky couldn’t hold back his laughter at a point when Damien forgot to make his portion of the meal invisible as he ate from Sky’s plate. Thankfully, nobody else noticed the fact that a spoon was levitating. Sky’s laughter was what caught their attention and he managed to keep their curiosity at bay with a few well-placed glares.Damien scolded him for almost blowing his covers but Sky merely shrugged as he leaned closer to his plate like he was so engrossed in his meal as he whispered “Oh come on. You have to admit that it was funny”Damien smiled reluctantly then his smile was wiped off whe

Damien wondered what happened to the girl called Mary…Morgan or who knows how many names she had. Why did she leave? He wondered if it had anything to do with what happened when the mind linking occurred but he had no answers to his question.“Where could she be?” he thought for the umpteenth time in exasperation. He knew that she was not an ordinary girl if she could see his ring and he was sure that she felt his moon-absorbing process even before she came over to the outhouse.There was no reason why she would have thought that someone would be there otherwise. Why did she have so much guilt in her even though she was the one wronged? Why did she run now? These questions tumbled about in Damien’s mind as he waited for Butler Shawn.The man initially told Damien to wait for him some distance away from the main house and Damien had been anxious about the fact that anybody from the house might see him. By anybody, he had Sybil in mind because he was just that she wouldn’t hesitate to c