Five minutes to go. Damien was furious but he didn’t let his anger consume him. he waited as they inspected his jet before deeming it safe for flying. He was going to his summer house in Hawaii, where he could unwind before thinking of the next thing to do. He checked his watch, he was already late. He wondered if Lauren was waiting for him, or if she already figured out he left. His best guess was that she would be happy with her now perfect little family, he was no longer there to pose a threat to them. He bet Nathan would even throw a party that he removed him from the picture for good. “We're all set,” One of the attendants told him. Damien brushed off his suit before walking towards the jet, knowing that he would never set foot here again. This was perhaps the last time he would see his parents unless they finally decided to leave their home and travel elsewhere. He didn’t know why they were so adamant about traveling and leaving their home. Well, if he was married to
Everyone is quiet for a while, trying to digest the reality of what had just been saying. That was the only explanation and they both didn’t know what that meant for the safety of their child. “He would never…” Lauren trailed off knowing that she was just lying to herself. This was exactly what Nathan could do. If he did it before to break them up then he would do definitely do it again to keep them apart. Lauren broke into tears and Damien gathered her in his arms “Don’t worry, I’m going to find our child and bring him back safely” he whispered, gently stroking her hair as she cried. “I need to go back, beg him… “ She said through the tears “You can't do that” Damien said immediately “It’s too dangerous and lord knows he would never admit to it. That’s the kind of person that he is”. “What should I do then, I need to go back. I can't stay here and pretend that everything’s fine” Damien thought for a while, weighing the options that he had. “You can't go back e
It had been a long time since Lauren heard the birds sing early in the morning or the early sun come down to kiss her skin a good morning. She smiled as the birds sang louder, their sweet melody making her drift in and out of sleep. She was afraid to open her eyes, she didn’t want this bliss she felt to come to an end. She felt Damien turn on his own side of the bed and drape his arm on her torso. “Regretting what happened already?” he said, his voice still deep with sleep she snuggled closer to him, his body keeping her warm “Not at all”. “Then what are you thinking of so early in the morning,” He asked. He snapped his eyes open when she didn’t answer for a while. He smiled, signaling that he had nothing to worry about “I don’t want this moment to end” she confessed “This is the happiest I’ve been since I woke in that hospital” she said. She reached out and kept her palm on his face “And it’s all because of you” “I hate that everything turned out this way,”
The next morning was quiet and awkward. Mostly awkward with Damien not knowing how to explain everything to Lauren. His eyes were red with eye bags, evidence that he hadn’t slept the previous night. Lauren’s face wasn’t far from his. He had gone out early that morning to get her clothes as she hadn’t come with any, so now he was pacing outside his door and wondering how to give her the items. Finally, he knocked lightly before pushing the door open when he got no response. He heard the shower running, he should have left then but he didn’t. he placed the shopping bag on the bed and went to the bathroom. He could see her through the transparent glass, his body suddenly aching for her. he shook his head and left abruptly when she put off the shower. He didn’t know why he was still thinking of her, it was enough punishment already that he was making her leave. The table was set when Lauren walked into the kitchen, she ignored it, not touching anything no matter how
With unsteady steps Lauren bound up the stairs of her home, her face downcast and troubled, she had a feeling something was wrong but she didn’t know what it was. Nathan wasn’t home when she came in. she looked around the house with pure disgust, she didn’t know how she was going to keep living here with Nathan and pretend that she was still the happy wife that he had married. She wanted to tear down the entire house and set it ablaze but she couldn’t do something that rash, Nathan was too dangerous. She didn’t know what she would do if he tried to harm Damien in any way. Damien had promised to bring Harry back and he was holding him to his words. Maybe if she finally held Harry in her arms she might be happy again. But deep down, she knew she would never truly feel complete without Damien by her side. She brought a bottle of whisky and poured herself a glass, she needed to cool her head so she would be able to handle Nathan when he got back. She was halfway thr
The sun was too bright, hammering down on her already aching head. Lauren rubbed her eyes but remained in bed. She didn’t want to face her reality too soon plus she was having a mad hangover. The door to their room creaked but she left her eyes closed. “I know you’re awake, come eat your hangover soup” Came Nathan’s sweet voice as he entered with the tray he was holding before setting it down on the bed. Lauren slowly opened her eyes, the sun biting into them as she whizzed in pain and sat upright on the bed. Now she remembered why she had quit drinking years ago, the hangovers were the worst. “Sorry baby, drink this and you’ll be fine. Had to wake up early this morning to prepare it” he said sweetly, smiling. She opened her mouth as he scooped the soup with the spoon and fed it to her. she couldn’t help but look into his office, he looked like he hadn’t slept at all in the night. “Busy all night? She asked as she took another spoonful of soup, the bitter taste
Damien was still lost in his own world, welcoming the pain that the drink the day before has brought him. he rolled over in his bed, laying an arm across to his eyes to shield it from the sun. There was an incessant knocking in his head and he couldn’t concentrate for a good five minutes before the knocking became louder. This time it wasn’t in his head. He stood up, padding around the house quietly for fear of upsetting the elephants that were currently holding a march in his head. No one knew that he lived here so he could be knocking so early in the morning? The swung open when he unlocked it to reveal a very pissed Patty carrying a grocery bag. The remaining sleep that lingered in his eyes cleared up. “Good morning…” he stammered, afraid that she had come to finish her attack on him “What are you doing here?” he asked consciously. “Peace offering?” she held up the grocery bag and offered him a smile that Damien could tell was forced but not entirely vicio
Failure, that was the perfect word for how Damien felt. He pushed the flower vase that was on the counter on the floor and broke everything that he could lay his hands on. His silverware was the next, why couldn’t he just get anything right! He slid to the floor, his hands digging into the broken glass, but the pain was exactly what he wanted, craved, and welcomed. He ignored the blood that was running down the side of his hands. he picked up his phone that laid a few feet away from him. he put a call through his parents, he needed them to calm him down and help him think properly and he was yet to inform them what had happened to Lauren. Was Nathan even searching for her? His mother picked up on the second ring but he wasn’t able to talk. He put the phone on the loudspeaker, just staring at it. “Damme?” His phone called, using the name she used to call when he was little. He missed it, missed how he didn’t have anything to worry about as a kid. “I’m here” h