CHAPTER EIGHTY TWODamien finally arrived the United States very early the next morning as soon as he bid UK bye for the moment.The first place he planned to visit was the hospital and surprisingly, Frank had followed him back also. He was to assist him with anything he was going to be needing here too. Immediately they were out of the airport, his biological parents had already sent a car to convey him to the hospital. " Good morning Master Damien" the assigned driver sent to pick him up bowed his head and greeted his boss's son." How's Alex?" Damien asked him about his adopted brother as he entered into the vehicle with Frank. They both took a seat in the passanger's seat while the driver who seemed to be middle-aged went to the front." He is good sir. He knows you're back in the United States already" the man answered. Damien rested his head against the seat of the car and closed his eyes. Frank turned to look at him through the corner of his eyes. The Scots accident was mak

CHAPTER EIGHTY FOURDamien had just gotten to the venue where the funeral was taking place. He knew that he had to attend it no matter what, his foster father was finally being laid to rest few days after his body had been gotten from the hospital. He had to pay his last respect and say his final goodbyes.Entering the property of the Scots that was to be used to bury its breadwinner, he watched from the back, standing some metres away from the funeral service.The whole place was filled with the procession of mourners who had come to pay their condolences to the family.The funeral was ongoing with a feeling of melancholy renting the entire atmosphere as those present were paying their final homage while saying their last goodbyes also to the deceased. People that were close family to the deceased waited in a line leading to the casket so that others can say their condolences and then see the deceased before taking their seats. The priest in charge of the funeral had started offici

CHAPTER EIGHTY SIXIt had been weeks after Mr. Scots death, Damien could still feel the void of the one man who had taken him as his own since his childhood.His biological dad, Don Romano Silverio decided to dedicate an event in memory of the deceased by throwing a party.He felt that paying their respect and honouring the late one would make Damien glad at least. His child had felt really affected by the man's death and he wanted to do something to help him feel better even though that could not bring him back.Mr. Scot had been a good man and there was nobody who could dispute that fact. He was a man whose memory they would love to cherish forever and also to remember amongst themselves for as long as they could.Damien was there that afternoon, standing by the mirror in his room while staring at his reflection with his father beside him." I know how much he means to you" Don Romano started, with his hands on the young man's shoulder to comfort him. " He was a good man and that

CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHTDamien left the event feeling heartbroken and dejected, life seemed to be throwing him all shades of pain and disappoinments. He kept asking himself countless times, the same question on why everyone around him was taking delight in hurting him. First, it was Kai and now, Kathryn whom he had never expected could do such a thing, that was the final straw that broke the camel's back. He sat inside his car which was parked at a resort he drove off to for solitude. Angered by the recent happenings, it felt as though he was going to lose himself anytime soon. He wanted to clear his head so he went somewhere far from everyone.With his head bent on the steering wheel, he let his tears flow freely from his eyes as his thoughts flowed towards all that had happened to him the past few weeks which had been very sad and mentally draining. From his foster dad's death, to his foster's mother rejection of him. It hurts, he wouldn't deny that one fact.And the revelation that c

CHAPTER NINETYDamien opened his eyes to the sun shining on his face. He woke up to a banging headache, was in a lot of pain and could not move. His whole body felt heavy and it looked like he was stuck from his waist down.'What's happening to me?' he asked himself as he shut his eyes tight in a bid to let the pain on his head leave. He tried getting a grasp of the environment he was in but he couldn't make much of it except from the fact that he could hear the beeping sound of some machine and this smell, the one the atmosphere gave out was familiar.It was the omnipresent smell of antiseptic, a little bitter with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.Making an effort to open his eyes, he looked around him as he laid still on the bed.The hospital? It looked like he was in a hospital. Why was he in the hospital? All of these questions ran through his mind." Dad! He is finally awake!" He heard someone yell excitedly." He has woken up dad. He's cons