“Just follow me and stop acting like an idiot” Sonia snapped at Damien after Smith had zoomed off in his car.Damien wiped off the blood on his mouth. The slight pain infuriated him as he followed the girl. Do they have to put him amid their issues? He wondered in amazement then he looked up in surprise when the girl shut the door firmly in his face.What now? Was he supposed to follow her or wait for her out here? He wondered as he looked around and then back at the shut door. He decided to open the door before he got scolded but his hand barely grazed the door before it was jerked open again.He hurriedly moved back as the girl glared at him then she threw her limited edition bag hard at his chest before she strutted past him on the way to her car.Da
Damien could check the meaning of a tour guide on his phone when the girl was not paying him much attention. Just as Sky had taught him to check on Google, he typed: What is a toor guard?After many wrong trials, he finally got a person employed to show tourists around places of interest.What? He wondered in apprehension. No wonder Andrea had told Sonia that he did not know anywhere. He wished Sonia had listened because how was he supposed to take her anywhere when he only knew a few places himself? He thought in panic. It did not take long before he realised that Sonia did not need him to take her anywhere after all.She did need him but only as a pack mule. Damien regretted ever twisting the girl’s ha
Damien was queasy and he knew it had nothing to do with the chain-smoking that Rox and his friends had been doing since they got to the inner room of the house.The room was dimly listed compared to the main floor where music was still blasting and shouts of laughter could be heard from time to time as booze passed freely in the party. Young men and women were sniffing nose candy like it was a regular powder and even though Damien had no idea of what they have all huddled around on a low stool with different silver funnels, exotic looking needles since some of them prefer injecting theirs instead of taking it orally, he knew though that it couldn’t be anything healthy because of the way some of them lay sprawled like they are half dead and most became hyperactive.He was amazed by the way Sonia had been throwing shots of alcohol back since they entered the house and her friend was no different. The friend’s giggle had increased in tempo as she got squished amid three guys that seemed
Damien’s head felt heavy as the world around him seemed to be on a spin, well at least the room around him. Laughter rose and he was instantly reminded of the derisive laughter that he had been enduring since he got to Santa Eyre. he remembered what happened at school that day and the semi-dark room seemed to be flooded with light and suddenly he could see the faces of the boys that bathed him with paint as they shouted heads up!Oh, he would kill them! He thought as anger rose in him. Yet a part of him seemed intent on dragging him back to reality. No, that was before. This is now, he was not covered with paint now, was he? He tried to pull at his clothes to confirm if he still had the sticky paints all over him but then he realised that he couldn’t even feel his hands.Nor did he seem to have any clothes on. Did he pull his clothes? Everything? In
Barechested and only cloaked in the little pants that Sky had called boxers, Damien walked groggily towards the entrance of the brightly-lit Police station. He was held by the arm by the female police officer and he wondered if she was doing it because she knew that he was not steady on his feet or because she did not want him to run away. Either way, he was grateful for her because after puking his guts out, the sensation in his stomach seemed to have worsened and he regretted ever collecting anything from that man…Rox.“Where was he?” Damien thought suddenly when he realised that he did not see him as well. Just as he did not see Sonia. He was tempted to look around to see if they came with the other vehicles that the police officers rode in but he was uncertain if his head would survive it or if it would simply spin off his neck. So, he simply concentrated on taking one step after the
“And you said the person told you that he works for us? That must be a mistake, officer.” Damien closed his eyes in resignation as he heard the voice on the other side of the phone. “He must be one of those wannabes that will do to any length to attach themselves to my family. Make sure you deal with the person very well” The phone disconnected and the female officer looked back at Damien. “I thought you said that is your working place? How come nobody knows you there?” Damien opened his eyes back and he wondered what he was supposed to say. He had slept at the police station in a dingy cell since he did not have a number to call. He watched as the families of the other people he was arrested with came one after the other to bail out their children, wards and relatives. Nobody came for him and he wondered again why Sonia and Rox were not arrested. Sonia must have told them at the Macmillan’s that he was arrested, right?The female officer asked him when she came in that morning abou
Isabella Kovarick knew that energy anywhere. She had no idea how she knew it. Nor did she have any idea of how she knew that it was energy. She just knew.One moment she was miffed with her father because he stood her up and the next moment, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck lift. Literally. Her body felt sang as if she held a high voltage of electricity. It was brief. It was instant. And it was powerfully raw. She felt faint by the time the sensation was gone but then she felt something too. No, she saw something and she was amazed at how vividly that had happened. She was in the anteroom waiting for her father to round up the meeting he had with his councils. Those meetings could last for as short as minutes or they could be for hours on end. She had a date she would be late for and he did not seem to care.She was sure that he had deliberately asked one of the maids to inform her that she should wait for him before she left for her outing. Isabella could have simply told
“Tell him to go fuck himself,” Isabella said instantly and Victoria looked like she would keel over. Never had she heard her mistress talk like that before after all. “Erm, I will get the car ready” She hurried off to have one of the valets drive Isabella’s favourite car out. By the time Isabella stalked outside, the race-red, Chrysler ME412 was ready for her. King Kovarick had it customised for her when she clocked 18 years. It was only two of them in the whole world. Victoria stood aside with the other maids and the dismayed drivers as she drove out of the palace. Victoria sighed as she watched her mistress departing back and wondered how she was supposed to explain to the king that the princess left the palace without her entourage or even a single guard. Yes, she also wasn’t going to the date they had all thought she was prepared for as she just told her to tell the supposed man of the hour to go fuck himself. She sighed once again before she went back inside, followed by the o