“You can start talking” Butler Shawn’s voice was heard as he entered the office. Damien could see that the room was more like a mini library as he caught a glimpse of shelves and shelves of books before the door shut. He did not know what to make of HG Salem’s last look before he entered the butler’s office but he knew that it couldn’t be something good. What should I do? He thought to himself in anxiety as he saw the men with him discussing about how he was a goner for sure. “I did not do it” he repeated for the umpteenth time and the one that met him at the garden scoffed. “You really believe that anyone would be stupid enough to believe that? Who else would be stupid enough to destroy something so precious to madam except you, the stupid newcomer?” “I know, right?” the other man said in agreement with the one that was talking. “Crazy expensive too!” he said with a near shout. “Even if I was given ten livers at once, I would never dare to go close to those flowers not to talk
“Okay, now she will definitely kill me!” Andrea said anxiously beneath her breath but Damien heard her clearly.“What did you say?” Butler Shawn tore his eyes away from the devastation in front of him long enough to look at the wide-eyed young mistress beside him.“Uhm, eh?” Andrea swallowed hard, her eyes huge on her face as she looked at the butler incomprehensibly. “What did I…oh, I did not say anything. I mean I did not expect it to be…well, I did not say anything” she completed weakly as she looked over at Damien as if to say “Why didn’t you tell me?”Damien could hear her thoughts clearly in his mind anyway and he knew that she already regretted speaking for him even before she saw the destruction. He wished she had listened when he tried to tell her on their way to the garden after Butler Shawn told her that he would have to see what she had done first before he would know if her mother would truly kill her or not.Everyone could see that the man had merely said that in part je
“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
“What are all these noises about? Can’t a man come back to a quiet house after a busy day?” A voice said from the door and they all turned to look as an imposing-looking, man with a slight budge in his mid-section entered. “Sybil is that…oh,” He said as he entered and he saw those in the living room.“Darling, you are back,” he said with a small smile as he took in his wife’s presence.“Yes, I am back” Leticia replied in a snappy tone. “And I am pissed too! This place had turned into something else in my absence. My daughter is destroying my flowers and I have a stupid, uncouth worker who does not know that he is not supposed to open his mouth when his betters are talking. Yes, I am back and I am about to kill somebody. Right when I decide on who to start with!” Leticia said in a rapid-fire tone.“We can’t have that now, can we?” Ambrose Macmillan, President of Macmillan clothing chain and second richest man in the whole of Santa Eyre, excluding the untouchable King Saldus of course.
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 was dazed by what just happened even as the thrill that his power was still intact ebbed in him.“What is wrong with that girl? Why is she always everywhere?” he thought to himself in anger when he remembered that she had given him a wide berth since the last time he told her to mind her business. And now this? Damien sat heavily on the bed and then stood up immediately when the thoughts came to his mind that what was this exactly?She was not supposed to see his ring! But she did.Did she also come to the outhouse because she just happened to be there or because of the moon's essence?Damien knew that he needed to get answers from her. What if she ran back to the staff house to tell everybody what she had seen? That thought made his heart beat faster as he ran out of the outhouse. He had to get his bearings after getting outside and he quoted his racing heart to pick up her footsteps.Damien was confused for a while when he couldn’t hear the sounds of her running feet or any
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
Damien’s vow to avoid trouble as much as possible that day was null even before he set a foot on the school ground. He was walking towards school in such a hurry since he was so late, his mind was so occupied by Morgan’s memories and how he could get the girl to talk to him without her feeling threatened. He was rammed from behind with such great impact that he fell.Torrents of laughter echoed as he tried to lift himself.“Woohoo! Look at that! I got him good!” Damien only saw the back of the three boys that were riding mountain bicycles at high speed as they chortled on their way away from school.One of them raised his middle finger in a rude remark towards Damien with a promise to bring him more loads of “fun” on their way back.Damien sighed to himself as he tried his best to dust off his shirt before he proceeded on his way.“One day, I am going to show all these idiot kids who they are messing with” he muttered in anger even as he shook his head with the unlikely knowledge.Ori