Chapter Eighteen

Damien

I enter the house but my head has remained in Clara's bedroom. I wish I could have stayed, but I couldn't. I had to leave. Well, at least I managed to get some rest after all this time of sleepless nights. I haven't slept that good in days.

The house is very quiet. Everyone must be asleep right now. I walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. I here footsteps coming my way and I immediately know that it is Raul.

"Hey hotshot," he says, punching my arm.

"Where were you all night?" he asks me while taking a sit beside me.

"I was out," I reply nonchalantly.

"Out where? With who?" he asks with a silly grin on his face.

"Why do want to know?" I ask trying to wave him off the topic but he doesn't flinch.

"You know, I am just looking out for you. Just in case you got yourself into trouble," he says.

"I didn't get into any trouble," I tell him and he narrows his eyes at me.