Twenty Seven.

"I think it's safe to know I didn't do enough harm," Damien sighed as he scribbled in Mel's jotter. "After hearing your side of the story"

Mel just stared ahead of her. Her eyes were red because she didn't stop crying. She didn't wanna tell her parents,and it was honestly to her advantage that they weren't home.

"Are you hungry? I could order us something" Damien said as he continued to write in her jotter.

She slowly shook her head.

"MM," he whispered as he got up. He sat across her and cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop him from doing what he did,but please don't stay mad at me"

She looked at him and shook her head.

"I'm not mad at you,Damien.. I'm just thinking"

"Thinking about what?"

She chuckled and looked at him.

"You really can't imagine how I feel," she paused. "And I'm also wondering why you still want me"