Twenty

~A Dream… 11 Years Earlier~

"Is anyone home?! Open up!"

Damien frowned at the urgent tone of whoever was knocking on the door, and getting up from the chair he walked straight to the wooden door, that housed the small cottage he lived in with his parents.

The knock resounded again, and without wasting any more time he unlocked the door, revealing three men, who had a look of alarm on their faces.

As he was about to ask what the problem was, his eyes flew down to what they were carrying, and he nearly fell to the floor in shock when he sighted the crumpled figure of his limp father.

The sight was an eyesore to behold, and lips dropping open in shock, Damien noted that his father was nearly unconscious with a huge gash in his thigh, feets and both his hands injured as well, bleeding profusely.

The sight of these wounds threw Damien off balance, and he began to wonder what could have happened. His father had been fine this morning. He had been perfectly okay… so, so what the hell was