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Isabella 186.

It was still morning and Damien did not feel like going to work after what my dad had done. We walked slowly back to his car after the nasty confrontation that took place moments ago between him and my father.

Damien had no actual destination in mind so he just drove aimlessly.

"What is going on in your head?" I asked him as he watched the road, a grim expression etched on his face.

"You don't want to know," He gruffly replied.

"Damien, you are shutting me out again," I let him know. "And that makes you no different from my father," I added and quite frankly, I had no idea where those words came from.

"I am thinking of punching your dad in the face, I want to wrap my hands around his neck and keep squeezing," He curtly replied.

I raised my eyebrows, mildly surprised that he told me.

"I told you that you did not want to know," Damien said when he saw my shocked expression.

"That is not it, I am actually shocked that you told me," I replied.

"Which part? About me kicking y