Heart of Pains

Chapter Eight

Damien's POV

"I'm going with her," Kelvin declared, his voice filled with determination.

"Me too," I replied, standing by her grandmother's side.

Hannah's grandma smiled at us, her eyes gentle and compassionate. I could tell it was one of the reasons why Hannah loved her so much. Her grandmother was a gentle and loving woman.

"That's a good idea. And honey, we should also go and check if our home is not burnt down and help calm her down," she suggested, confusing the rest of us.

"What's wrong with Hannah?" I asked, scratching my head in confusion.

Hearing my question, Hannah's grandma looked hesitant to say anything. She was biting her lip and looking at us warily. But after a few minutes of silence, she sighed. Kelvin and I sat there, listening carefully as she began to explain.

"I want you both to understand that Hannah is going through a challenging period where we must watch her closely. During this time, she withdraws and doesn't speak or respond. She internalizes the pain, and there's a risk she might do something irreversible. It's not our place to disclose the rest of the story," she explained, perplexing me even more.

Hannah seemed fine on the surface, but clearly, there was more beneath it. In the meantime, she returned, this time on the phone, speaking to someone. I guess she is okay.

"Alright, alright, hang on, baby. I'm coming," Hannah said, her voice filled with determination as she addressed someone on the phone. "I promise you that everything's going to be fine. Give me a few minutes, and I'll go."

Owen, who had been nearby, came over, and Hannah instructed him to prepare her private jet for a trip to Australia and to cancel all her business meetings for the time being. The sudden urgency and destination raised questions in my mind.

Hannah's grandmother looked at her in concern.

"Baby, is everything okay?" she asked, clearly worried. Hannah's response left me stunned.

"It's Leo. He isn't feeling well, and he needs my attention," she stated matter-of-factly.

Who the hell is Leo? My confusion turned to frustration as my voice echoed, reminding me of my conflicting emotions. Why was I defending her and getting jealous of someone named Leo?

"What's wrong with you, Damien? You're supposed to hate her, not help her," my inner voice scolded me.

I tried to push aside my irrational thoughts and focus on the situation. But as Hannah continued her conversation, the waves of emotions passing across her face—pain, worry, and love—ignited a surge of jealousy within me. How could one person evoke such raw emotions?

Before I could dwell further on my insecurities, Hannah ended the call, leaving me to hide my emotions, primarily anger.

"Owen," she called out, allowing me a brief respite. He looked up, an eyebrow raised.

"Yes?" he responded dutifully.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes," he confirmed. Hannah then dropped a bombshell: she would leave for a month, altering all previous plans.

"What the hell is going on?!" I roared.

I should've been happy; this was supposed to be the month of my freedom, yet here I was, yelling at Hannah like an idiot over her sudden departure.

"I need you with me. Mom and Dad, take care of yourselves and don't worry. I'll call and text you. Love you," Hannah assured her parents before walking out. But she paused, turning back to address me directly.

"Take care of yourself, Damien. I won't be gone for long. I just have some business to take care of. Your meal is frozen in the fridge," she said, her voice devoid of emotions, her gaze cold as ice.

With that final interaction, she turned and left, leaving me with a pang of hurt and confusion. Why did her departure affect me so profoundly? I had gone without saying goodbye to anyone, and everyone was still reeling from the recent confrontation.

As I stumbled into my home, the darkness and silence enveloped me. Hannah was the light that brought warmth and life to this place. Collapsing onto the couch, or rather, the bed for the night, I succumbed to the oblivion of sleep, seeking temporary solace in sleep.

Hannah's POV:

Okay, I know you must have a lot of questions about what happened. Let me explain. During that period, my mind froze, and all I could see was the traumatic event that led to my father's death. Everyone has breakdowns, but mine is different. I don't cry; instead, I destroy things. I burn down buildings, and chaos engulfs me. That's the state I was in when I walked out earlier.

However, Leo's condition snapped me back to reality. The maid called in a panic, informing me that Leo was coughing up blood, and his nanny, Katherine, was nowhere to be found.

So, I firmly instructed the maid to take Leo to the hospital, assuring him I'd meet them there.

Hi Lovelies, how have you been? Chapter Eight is out! What do you think is going to happen next? Share your thoughts!