BENEATH HIS MASK

CHAPTER 22

A/N (warning) the following chapter contains a few violent moments.

It had been ten minutes since damien had arrived at my apartment but neither damien nor i had spoken a single word to each other. I sat silently in the passenger's seat while he sat silently in the driver's seat, neither of us meeting each other's gazes.

Things were a little awkward between us. We didn't talk much since our almost kiss on my brother's balcony which made things a liitle tense for us now. Damien and i were finally starting to get along and we were practically on the verge of a friendship. I wouldn't deny the fact that i was attracted to him in a way but i didn't know if i was interested in him. I didn't want to put myself through that all over again.

Further more, i had no idea what he felt about me. did he even respect me? i was pretty sure he didn't like me because i was not the type of girl he usually went out with. Had it not been for that stupid moment, i wouldn't be thinking about this. I knew i had to stop thinking about this because i was not going to find any answers either. But despite all this, there was one thing i couldn't help but ponder over. Had not had sam interrupted us when he did, would we have ended up kissing each other? Would i not have come to my senses and moved back? Wouldn't damien have come to his senses and stopped himself?

I turn back to see damien sitting quietly with one of his hands resting on the brake while his other hand was resting on the open window. He himself looked like he was lost in thoughts. I guess that's the reason he didn't ask me to leave yet. I unstrapped my seat belt and got ready to leave but not before i thanked him for what he did for me today. i got him mixed up in my family drama and not once has he made even a snide comment about it.

I gently tapped his shoulder which made him turn his attention back to me.

"hey, i just wanted to appolagise to you for today."

"why?" he asked. His tone indicated that he was genuinely confused.

"well, i got you involved in my family drama and you pretty much had the worst evening of your life."

"not really. It wasn't that bad to be honest."

"really?" i asked raising an eyebrow

"well, i wish your brother didn't give me a death glare every now and then and i also wish your dad didn't interrogate me like the way he did."

I giggled at what he said "dad interrogated you?" he nodded in response.

"about what?"

"well first it was what i like to do and what i am currently doing. He then switched on to the topic of family and what it meant to me and then he went on asking about what i thought about you and what my intentions towards you were and then what i felt ...about you and on and on." I saw damien gulp when he mentioned felt about me.

"what did you..say exactly?"

He waited a minute before he replied. "to be honest, i don't remember much, he didn't wait for my reply most of the times and just preceded to the next question so i didn't really think about what i said." Damien said with a nervous tone. I couldn't help but giggle out loud. That sounded like my father all right. He probably was curious and confused that i brought a guest to such an intimate family event. To be honest, no one was more surprised than me. i myself couldn't comprehend why i didn't make up a lie as to why i can't bring him. Now that i think about it, it was probably what sam would have expected as well. maybe i had walked into a trap by ringing him along but i didn't repent it. For some reason i wanted him to know him better. But why? Why did i want sam to know damien better? Why did i want to know my dad's opinion on damien?. It didn't make any sense.