Something About Him

Chapter 37: He left...

Cynthia's POV

"Thank you for the hospitality, Sir, but I'm very much capable of seeing myself out"

With that being said, he walked out, leaving me staring at his retreating figure.

"Everybody leave, the dinner is over" My father's harsh voice snapped me out of the trance that Damien left me in.

I sniffled before turning around to look at my friends who had this sympathetic look on their face before they all left, except for Bethany, who probably would leave with her family.

Charlie walked upto me and pulled me into a hug, surprising me.

"Don't stress yourself, everything will be fine" He said, pulling apart, placing a hand on my cheek.

"You have the most beautiful smile in this world, Cynthia, don't ever lose that" He added giving me a warm smile before simply walking out of the backyard, leaving me utterly surprised at his words.

Well...if Damien was here and he heard him say that, he would lose his mind as he already hates his guts for some weird reason, I mean come on till now, Charlie has not even given him any reason to do so...but it is what it is I guess.

"Ed, just relax, okay? And go to sleep alright, don't pester her about it anymore, you've already gone too far tonight" Uncle Mack placed a hand on my father's shoulder as he spoke about me and a moment later the three of them left as well, leaving the three of us alone, the three being my father, mother and I.

I noticed as my mother gave my father a disappointed before storming off.

My father sighed, probably realizing that in his rage, he screwed things up with her...pretty bad.

"Ashima, I'm so sorry, baby..."

"I never meant that..."

With that he rushed after her, leaving me alone and I heavied out a sigh before heading to my room through the backyard itself, since it's connected to my bedroom's balcony directly.

Not even bothering to change out of my dress, I crashed on my bed with my face flat against the soft mattress as I let my tears free and my thoughts ponder upon the happenings of tonight.

I never could have imagined that this night would turn out to be so disastrous.

I invited Damien and I just wanted us to have a fun time with my family and friends.

The way Damien is, it's not too hard to guess that his family is not in the picture and we all are aware that he doesn't even has any friends around here, so I just wanted to make him feel included...I just wanted to make him feel that he is not alone anymore...that he has me and for crying out loud, it's freaking Christmas, people go visit their friends and families...and I just didn't want him to feel alone during this time of the year.

But if I had known that this dinner would end up like this...that he would end up with a broken nose tonight, I would have never invited him in the first place.

I wanted to make him happy but I ended up hurting him.

My cries and sniffle muffed up into the pillow I was holding onto.

I know, I know, it's not me but my father who hurt him but yet I can't help but feel guilty, for I was the reason why he hurt him. I should have known something like this would happen, I should have stopped him from kissing me, from touching me when I was aware that there were high chances of getting caught when we had a house full of guests...but yet I didn't warn him about it.

"You know I hate seeing you cry"

I turned around hearing his deep, familiar voice, only to see him leaning against the balcony frame with his tucked into his pockets.