33. .....BETWEEN MY LEGS!

"Sweetheart, Damien is here," shouted Clara's aunt below the stairs.

Clara was in her room laying on the bed. She was thinking about something-nothing. Just starting at the ceiling board admiring the art drawings hoping to come with something but the drawing kept drawing her to a maze that she couldn't make out of.

"Sweetheart are you there?" Closed again her aunt, "Damien is waiting for you."

Hearing her aunt say Damien's name she jumped out of her bed and quickly wore her hoodie before frantically running downstairs taking them two at ago missing one staircase "woooh!" She shouted as she imagined herself kissing the painfully but Damien's reflexes were swift and he caught her before she fell.

"Is everything okay sweetheart?" Asked her aunt who ran out of the kitchen holding a pan in her hands.

"It's okay Aunt, what's with you and cooking pans?" Asked Clara laughing.

"I heard you shouting and thought that Damien had done something bad and was determine to send him to Jesus using this," she replied while waving the pan.

They all laughed before she excused herself and went back to the kitchen.

"Damien, what are you doing here?" Asked Clara after her aunt had disappeared from her peripheral view.

"To teach you the calculus we learnt today," echoed Damien loudly so that her aunt wouldn't know he lied about him coming to See Clara do other missions.

'Teach me calculus?' Clara mimicked using the air quotes to him but rather in a low tone.

"Clara Sweetie," called her aunt from the kitchen. This made Damien walk a meter away from her so that her aunt won't be suspicious of anything.

"Yes Auntie," replied Clara standing near the stair.

Her aunt came into the sitting room holding a tray of steaming hot coffee and some snacks beside it. Clara moved quickly and helped her settle them on the coffee table.

"Auntie, you don't have to do this," 

Her aunt placed the tray on the coffee table and wiped her hands on her blouse trying to cool them from the hot coffee that she had carried and winked at Clara before holding her handbag and car keys from the table.

"I am heading to my book club and will he be back later, will you be okay?" Asked her aunt.

"Yes auntie I will be, you take care." She started kissing her niece's forehead before heading out.

After hearing the car's engine roaring, Clara's focused back on Damien who had made himself comfortable on the sofa. Sipping his coffee slowly without a worry in the world.

"What do you think you are doing here Damien?" Asked Clara with a furious face grabbing the cuffee mug from Damiens's hands.

"Are you going to deny me the coffee that your aunt made for me Clara?' asked Damien standing up from the sofa.

Clara looked at him and back at the coffee mug she was holding. She felt bad for snatching away the mug from his lips but she was not going to tolerate his nuisance behaviour of following her around especially spying on her while in the library.

"You think I haven't been seeing you snooping around and spying on me every day?"  Asked Clara while sipping from the mug that she had snatched from his hands.

"You are ridiculous Clara, I have not been for doing that, let's just say,"  he prolonged the last word moving towards Clara, he eyed her but Clara moved backwards he was left standing in the middle of the house while Clara was moving towards the direction of the kitchen. "We have the same breaks Clara and those are the times I am free." 

Clara watched him as he was grinning and licking his lower lips, she felt frightened, she felt the same way he had done it to her the way Damien was leaving was the same way he was behaving. When he asked him about her bruises she thought that he cares but she realized that they are all the same. He pretended to ask her if she was okay but had other intentions. She panicked and regretted telling her aunt that she would be okay. She was not going to be okay, not now not ever. She moved to pick up the landline that was lying on the wall to call 911 for help at least she would be okay.

Damien watched her as she kept moving, he was licking his lips which were dry because of drinking hot coffee and it had burnt him a little. He wanted to grab Clara and ask her about her bruises, but the face Clara was portraying was worrying him. Her eyes held fear, it's like she was afraid something bad is going to happen. The way she kept moving towards the landline on the wall, the way he saw her legs shaking, the way the tears were beginning to stream down his face he became hurt, hurt because he knew what was wrong with Clara, hurt because she knew what class was going to. He decided to move back and sit on the sofa, removed everything from his pockets and placed them on the table.

"I don't want to do anything to you Clara, I promise," he came out clean to avoid giving Clara some mixed signal of his visit.

"Here is everything that I carried, I don't have any ill intentions." He raised his hand and kneeled on the ground like a thief who was surrendering to the popos.

"But please, tell me who did it," 

"Did what Damien?, Did what?" She asked with anger.

"You all pretend to be caring, wanting to know what happened but all you want is get in between my legs, take the little thing that I have with me," cried Clara loudly on the floor. 

She couldn't take it anymore. She let fear take control of her, she let it treat her the way it wanted. 

Damien saw an opportunity and rushed to her position. He held him tight in his chest and pushed the mug with the hot coffee away from her.