Lost

Chapter 11 Damon

Chapter 11 Damon

When we were close to home, I could tell that someone had broken it. It wasn't hard to guess who it was.

"Guess who's in the house?" I questioned Sam. He took a swift glance in the direction of the house and looked at me.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he replied.

"Damon," we exclaimed simultaneously.

Sam drove the car to the garage and we walked into the house, only to find ourselves come face to face with Damon. He was in a fighting stance, either ready to fight or ready to train.

"Are you two ready to train?" he asked seriously.

"Any time you are," I replied, throwing aside my bags. I got into a fighting position, facing Damon. Sam set his bags aside as well and got into a ready position. The three of us waited patiently, each waiting for someone else to make the first move. We stood like that for about half an hour before Damon decided to the first move.

After training was done, the three of us were soaking in our own sweat. We sat on the floor for a good five minutes before we got up and went off to clean ourselves up. We had agreed to meet in the kitchen when we were done.

I went back to my room to shower. Damon had no problem showing himself to his own room. I was pretty sure that he had already given himself a tour around the house. I randomly grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts and quickly pulled them on before walking to the kitchen. Damon was already waiting in the kitchen when I arrived.

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out the winter fruit salad that Sam and I made last night.

"Do you have any strawberry tiramisu bites?" he asked as he ate the salad.

I rolled my eyes at him while he chuckled. "Fine, I'll make it right now," I sighed. "Why is it you're always trouble?"

He shrugged, giving me a smirk. "Be a good little maid and serve your master," he joked, sticking out his tongue at me playfully, like a little child.

"Oh, would you grow up, Damon?" I grabbed the ingredients for the tiramisu and started prepping them. Sam chose to walk in at the moment. He grabbed another salad from the fridge and started eating. I turned to look at my brother. "You're not even going to help me?" I pouted.

"Nope," he said, popping the 'p' and continued to eat his food.

"This is why I hate it when Damon comes by. The two of you just join hands and gain up on me. That's not fair," I whined.

They burst out laughing, so I had resorted to sending them death glares, or at least as best I can manage. I sighed as they continue to laugh hysterically at the kitchen island while gripping onto their stomach. They were hopeless, I thought as I shook my head at their direction.

"Which college are you attending?" I questioned Damon, choosing to ignore their laughing.

"The one closest to Peterson High. I think it's University of Castyllion," he answered honestly. I assumed he already knew that I was at Peterson High.

"I haven't seen the school campus," I stated thoughtfully as I tried to recall that college. "Are you actually taking the courses?" I asked incredulously.

"Nah, that's not why I'm here. I'm actually still taking my classes online. I'm actually getting some research done while I'm here. Have you actually done any research on Jessie?" he asked, looking quite concerned.

"No, why?"

"She has Jayden in the palm of her hands and he's supposed to be your betrothed."

"Damon, you of all people should understand that I could care less about his life. I really don't care what his girlfriend does with him," I sighed, exasperated.

"You really never considered him?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I'm not interested in him," I murmured, sounding bored. They dropped the topic, but I know that Damon and I would pick it up later on.

"When's your first day to school?" Sam directed the question at Damon.

"Hmm, I was actually thinking about remodeling this place first before I start going to school."

"Remodeling?" Sam and I uttered in sync as confusion crossed both of our faces.

"Yeah, we need a place for training. I've looked around the house a bit. Your father asked me to have some people come over and do some constructions."

"Wait, what exactly are you planning?" I asked.

"Well, it wasn't my original idea. Your father told me to construct a secret passage that leads to the center of this house."

"What center?"

"On the second floor, there's a gap between your room and my room. When your father designed the house, he purposely left the space there for stash. However, he never got to the construction of the secret passage, so one of my missions here is to get this place under construction. Also, I was planning on changing part of your garage into an office. I'll see what I can do with your rooms too because you need a place where you can retrieve your weapons conveniently, so things will be everywhere. Like I said before, I'm going to install a gymnasium in this house so that you two will not forget to practice."

"We can talk this out in details later on. Don't sweat it." I wasn't worried about this at the moment. Damon was going to stay with us until we graduate, so there that provided a little protection if there were any attacks. We should keep the house stocked just in case. I guess we're still going to be coming back, right?