Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 31

"She looks beautiful" I said.

Damien's back was faced towards me. "Close it. I don't want to see"

I looked back at him and nodded "Okay" I sealed the coffin slowly and reached for his hand to let him know that it was okay to turn around.

Damien interlocked fingers with me and turned around to face the coffin. "I don't think I'll ever be able to see her corpse without feeling the urge to kill someone or myself" He masked his sadness with a small laugh and avoided eye contact.

I gave an understanding sigh following a nod and leaned my head on his shoulder. We both stood holding hands, staring at his mother's coffin. It felt like an eternity but I didn't mind much. Damien turned back at the sound of the church door being yanked open. It was Kyle and Andrew suited up. Kyle had his hair slicked back and was wearing an all black tux with a red tie and Andrew was wearing the generic black and white tux with a black tie. I slowly let my hand slip out of Damien's grip and nodded at him. "I think we should start to get seated"

Damien didn't move, didn't even say anything. I would've confused him for a statue if it wasn't for the soft sound of his breathing. I waited for about a minute or two but once I realized he wasn't moving until he felt like it. I let him have his alone time with his mother and walked down the steps of the altar. I walked towards Andrew and Kyle who were waiting at the end of the stairs. They had their arms crossed over their chest. Once I got to the last step, both of them stretched out their hands to help me down. I looked back at Damien and he was in the same position that I left him in. It was almost like his eyes were glued to the coffin. I turned back around and took Kyle's hand. "Thank you" I said to him.

The church doors pulled open once again and small groups of people entered every once in a while. I stepped aside as some guests greeted Kyle and Andrew. They gave their condolences but even then I could tell they didn't mean it. More than half of these people were close friends of their mother and knew small things about Damien's picked up bussiness. They were embarrased, had too big of a pride, or were too infurated too stick around and talk with any of the boys for more than five minutes.

One woman went up to the altar and attempted to speak with Damien. She gave her condolence to him and invited him to join Kyle and Andrew to start greeting guests with her. Damien treated her as if there was nobody talking to him and continued to stare at his mother's coffin. The woman eventually walked away when she realized she wasn't getting a response and took a seat.

I looked around the church, happy to see that it was filling up by the minute. Kyle and Andrew had already started talking to some new guests and had started escorting people to a place where they could sit. The priest was getting set up so I thought I'd take matters into my own hands and convince Damien to sit down before the service started. I took a deep breath and started making my way towards him before a woman crossed my path. She stood directly in front of me and gave me a big toothless grin.

"You" she said to me. She was small and frail and her hair was pulled back by a loose ponytail. Some strands of her gray hair were hugging her face.

I looked over to Damien to see a man approaching him. I raised an eyebrow in confusion but faced the lady again, giving her a polite smile.

"You're Damien's new toy, aren't you?" she continued giving me a huge smile.

I didn't want to come off as rude so I slightly shrugged and nodded softly "No. But if that's what you're referring to me as - which by the way is completely disrespectful then - I suppose, yes." I replied. She continued to stare at me in almost amazement.

It was an awkward situation. She was just staring at me like she wanted to say something  but the words wouldn't come to her. I couldn't just walk away. My mind easily wandered and I looked back over at Damien. The man was standing next to him and speaking really loudly. Damien was surprisingly responding but he was mumbling from what I could tell.  The man was leaning in on Damien. The man was literally spitting his words at Damien, gritting his teeth. Whatever he was saying I knew it couldn't be good. I picked up some words that the man was saying and from what I could make out, he was telling Damien that he was at the funeral for Damien's mom, not Damien because according to him Damien was a bastard and an arrogant son of a bitch who brought nothing to the family but dissapointment.