The Parmon Mansion (BOOK 1)

Chapter 13 : Damien's Past

I opened my eyes and scanned my body and saw that I looked horrid. The water was starting to turn a dark red greenish colour and there were pieces of intestines along with chunks of flesh that was both not mine floating in the water. I took my hand and wiped from my hair to my cheek where I had some weight resting on me. When I looked at my hand it was covered in shit. Damien said he was going to change the water so I thought it good to get all the shit and other stuff off me before I get into clean water.

As I moved to sit upright pain shot throughout my body and my muscles contracted and every piece of splintered wood and small bone fragments moved bringing an unbearable pain with it. I had to get it out all of it but as to how I was going to do so I did not know. For the time being I will try and keep my movement to a painless minimum while I try and rid myself of these foreign objects.

The warm water activated the smell of the stuff on my body and the horrid smell roamed the whole bathroom. In my upright position I placed my head gently under the nice warm water and started to use my hands to get rid of the stuff stuck to my head. After a while of struggling and pain I managed to get my head clean, clean in the way that I had no more pieces of body tissue stuck to me. I was still dirty and parts of my face and body was swollen. I did not want to even see what I looked like. I probably looked like those kids on the news after a tsunami hit.

For some disturbing reason I did not feel that depressed while getting rid of the stuff on me. My mind was stuck at Damien's statement, I had kids. So he had more then one and I was really curious as to where they were and if they even knew what their father was up to. Out of the bunch he is actually not that bad. I still blame him for all that has happened but still I could not get my head around the fact that he was so nice to us and still is.

Fourty minutes has passed while the debate in my head went on about whether or not to ask Damien about his past. I came to a conclusion that I'm going to die anyway and he will too so I'll make him tell me. And if he doesn't want to I'll play the blame card.

I stopped all movement as I heard someone enter the room. Before I could ask who it was Damien's face came into view and I relaxed.

"I want to ask you something?" I said as I looked down and intertwined my fingers.

"First let's get all these bone fragments and splinters out of you and clean your wounds before I take you to the other bathroom where a clean bath, soap and a towel is waiting." Damien said while placing something he has been carrying, beside the bathtub. It was not within my view so I did not know what it was neither as to what it could be.

I decided I will find out what it is soon so I stopped guessing. For some reason my mind recalled his last statement and I was shocked. This guy is doing way too much for a kid he doesn't even know. The fact that he is taking care of me is comforting but disturbing to say the least. If I wanted answers I would have to confront him about it, not that I really need to know, I am going to die anyway so why not just get some answers before I kick the bucket at this young age.

I tried to find the words and the way to ask about his past. So instead of starting a long boring conversation I decided to just go straight to the point. Damien was busy with whatever he brought with him so I decided to waist no longer time, my curiosity is getting worse so the sooner I know the sooner I can get back to enjoying the warm water that is slowly getting cold.

"Were you married? Did you have kids?" I could see his face turn sad as memories flashed before his eyes. There was a moment of silence before he spoke. The silence was heavy and tense. I could see he found it hard to form the words, it was visible that he was still sore inside and not really ready to voice the pain. He exhaled before he just started to speak.