You are all I've got, Damien.

Chapter 11 Elizabeth's house

I got woken up by Skylar falling on the floor from the sofa. I opened my eyes and felt a horrible pain reaching my brain. How much did we drink last night?

Shaun was sleeping on the armchair in a what looked like ''that will hurt in the morning'' position. Skylar mumbled something, pulling the blanket from the sofa and curling up on the floor.

I was still in the clothes from the night before, took off my boots and walked to the kitchen filling a glass with water, after at least five drinks I made coffee I needed this black brew more than anything at this moment. I looked at the clock it was seven in the morning, that would explain the darkness outside.

I saw my phone flashing from the kitchen counter in the corner of my eye, exactly where I left it last night before I left, I picked up the phone and saw a message from Damien.

''Good Morning my Angel,

I missed you last night.

I have great news; call me when you get up.

Love you''

I had a feeling I knew what the news is. I had to sober up and get ready to face the biggest challenge of this whole plan. I stared at the phone for a few minutes, then answered Damien's message, I didn't want to call him, he would instantly know that something happened last night, even though our story began only a few months ago, he seemed to know me better than my mother, better than I know myself.

''Good Morning boo,

I missed you too,

I had a horrible night, I feel like crap, I will explain later.

I will get ready and come over to you so you can share the news J

Can't wait to hear it. Love you''

I sat at the table in the dining room with a massive black coffee, in my favourite panda mug that Damien won for me in the summer when funfair was in town. It was just a couple of weeks after he was free. This was the best date we had, I felt like a teenager, and he looked so happy, only after that date he told me he used to go to the funfair with his mum when he was a kid, which made it even more special. I stared at the mug deep in that date, his smile, looked so overwhelmed and happy, and that made me very happy. His happiness was my happiness.

I ordered breakfast from a local place. They made the best 'hangover' breakfasts in the world, breakfast bagel with fatty bacon, cream cheese and eggs was precisely what we needed to heal the pain from last night's three bottles of scotch after really intense evening.

I finished my coffee poured two more mugs, and walked to the living room to wake up the rest of the crew, Shaun was already awake.

'Oh my god, coffee. Sis, you are an angel' Shaun said, reaching for the mug.

'How are your bones? You slept in a very uncomfortable position.' I asked and approached Skylar with the other mug; I placed it close to his nose; he shifted and opened his eyes. The power of coffee.

'Not too bad, so far. I'm sure I will feel it later on once I get up.' He said, clicking his neck. 'Ouch, that didn't sound good.' He laughed.

'Why the fuck I am on the floor?' Skylar mumbled sitting up.

'You woke me up with your fall.' I said

We sat looking at each other, we knew we have to talk about last night, but none of us had enough courage to start the conversation. Well, Skylar did.

'Ok...I hate to break this awkward silence, but I think we need to talk about last night. Everything worked as planned, right?' Skylar asked

'Yes, and I think Damien already got a call about this. He texted me this morning, and said he has good news.' I said