"Baby girl?"; I heard Damian's voice as I was chopping shallots in the kitchen. I glanced at him and smiled.  "What are you doing, Baby girl?" he asked in disbelief and.. suspicion? I rolled my eyes. What does he think I'm doing in the kitchen? "I'm turning this kitchen into a meth lab" I told him as seriously as I could manage. The look he gave me was more than enough to make me laugh. He looked horrified! Does he really think I'm going to run a meth lab? I laughed. "I'm making us breakfast." "You are cooking?"; I could still hear the disbelief in his voice. "Of course, I'm cooking. Now shoo. Take a shower and join me here after that" I told him without looking at him, continuing to chop all the other ingredients. I never enjoyed cooking at all. I hated the strong smell of garlic, shallot, a

When we saw the psychologist. I told her how I was able to cry now, how I wasn’t feeling detached from the world anymore. I could feel, but it led to nightmares. I also told her about the time when I felt Damian’s friends were the bad guys. Lastly, I told her about the way I felt about my scars. Damian was always there when I went to see my psychologist or psychiatrist. He was always in the room with me, listening carefully, without saying a word except if they needed me to do something, then he would ask questions to make sure he got everything right. The psychologist told me that it was great that I could feel again. To be honest, I wanted to yell at her when she said that. Great? Everything that happened after I could feel again didn’t feel great at all! I kind of wished that I was still unable to feel because then nothing would matter. I could accept everything that had happened to me. I could even accept my scars. But

I woke up with a jerk of my body. I looked around and was relieved when I saw my surrounding. I was in the villa. My mind replayed the scenes that had happened before. I was horrified to think that I had pushed Damian away. How could I have mistaken Damian for the knife-man? Suddenly, out of the corners of my eyes, I saw a figure lying down on the floor two steps away from me. Fear started creeping up on me again. Is he a bad guy? Does he have access to the villa? I cowered back further away to the wall and tightened the blanket over my body, but then I saw his face - it was Damian! He had worn a pair of pants, and I realized I was still naked, and he had draped a blanket over my body. Thank God he didn't let me escape and grabbed hold of my body when I was trying to get away, or I would've run away naked! I crawled hastily to him and saw that he was lying so still. Why is he lying down on the floor? Why is he so still? 

“Ding dong.” The bell rang as we were watching tv the next day. Damian started to stand up to get the door, but I touched his hand, preventing him. “Let me.” I said before planting a kiss on his hand and standing up to get the door. Just as I stepped near the door, my leg ache and I nearly fell down. I reached toward my scar to massage it while looking back at Damian. I was relieved that his gaze was still fixed on the tv. I didn’t want him to know that sometimes my leg still ached, or that sometimes it made me limp or even nearly fell down because of it. Dr. Neil said it was chronic pain. My leg had fully healed, but sometimes it might still ache. As I had stated before, I didn’t mind the aches as they only lasted for a few seconds. I went to the door to open it and saw Max. “Max!” I grinned at him and wrapped

“Baby girl, I’m home.” I heard Damian’s voice from downstairs just as I finished showering. I quickly ran downstairs to greet him, throwing myself at him, circling my hands at his waist. “Welcome home, Damian. How was the meeting?” I asked him as I tiptoed to graze a kiss on his lips. “Just like any other meetings.” His hands went around my body, but he looked troubled. His brows knitted together, creating lines in-between them. “Is there something wrong, Damian?” My hand reached toward his forehead, smoothing the lines there. He shook his head and placed our meals on the dining room table, stepping away from me. “I’m going to take a shower first, Baby girl.” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and left to take a shower. I took the boxes of food to warm them up, as