Lorraine's Bullet

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Damon Pov 

I stared in amazement at Lorraine was ordering me up and down not caring that I was in a far higher position than she was. Giving her the utensils she didn't even say thank you, and I hate to admit but she looked really hot while bossing me around. 

I was sitting on the couch with Tamara as she stared at Pamella in awe. Lorraine who I haven't paid attention too finally spoke up.

"Tamara, can I use your stove?"

Tamara let a small 'sure' out not paying attention to her but rather giving her baby all the attention. Even though I was also starstruck by Tamara's baby I still would be polite enough to thank somebody who had to help me give birth to my baby, but I quite understood her baby was all she could think about right now. 

I turned my gaze to Lorraine who was having a sad smile on her face, her expression was hard to crack. Since I met her, she has just been giving me signals that are giving me bad signs, the constant doubt in her Identity is making me frustrated. There are only two people I will never be able to read which are my Father and most probably her- Lorraine- and not only did that annoy me but also make me feel frustrated. 

Her smile is so daring and challenging, going over her file many times over and over again the result remains the same, there is something off. Not only that but everything about her screams off. 

The day I brought her to the Hotel I found her purse but no ID card and a Black Card but absolutely no form of Identification. 

This girl gives me the creeps me out yet she spikes curiosity in me, and I am very aware that curiosity killed a cat, but when I am around her I just seem to want to get killed and that fact alone is killing me mentally.

Stopping at many destinations Lorraine managed to gather a crowd of volunteers who were helping us, but yet again I never asked for help. Their Talks were making me lose concentration and their presence annoyed me, if I wanted to leave camp in groups I would have done it but I needed even pairs yet Lorraine just keeps making decisions to even help put out a fire. I quite appreciate the fact that she is trying to help this town by doing a few things but still, there was no need to drag me into her "save the town" act. So I decided to put my long legs to use. Why not make her suffer a little, I took extra long and big steps making it hard for her to keep up with me, call it cruel or evil, that is not my problem.  There was an earthquake-like sound coming from Lorraine who was looking like she just met embarrassment for the first time in her life, her delicate hand that looked way too smooth for a shoulder was clutching her stomach her eyes squinted together in embarrassment. It took all in me not to smile like that she really resembled my sister with her childish aspects. Removing my thoughts from a few seconds ago I turn to her placing my face in my usual cold expression. 

"Why didn't you talk if you are hungry? Do you want me to get fired because my soldiers are starving themselves?"

That came out wrong, I was actually supposed to sound like I care yet I made it look like it was her fault, but honestly, I could care less- 

"No, sir."

"Do you have something to eat ?" 

She seemed to in her own thoughts for a good minute. 

"No, sir, I don't." 

I rummaged through my bag in search of my only fruit bar that I had on me, pulling it out I held it towards her wanting her to just take it so I can go back to camp. 

 "Sir wait, I don't need it, "pause," I am on a diet." 

My sister also used this excuse in her first stages of anorexia, she couldn't be possibly-.  No right, I mean she is a doctor she must have knowledge of what starving herself can do to her body