Christmas with the bad boy

Chapter 15

Doctor Shawl comforted Damien and asked, "is your dad here?" "Yes." The therapist stood up and walked to the waiting room. He immediately saw Damien's father. "Mister Samuel?" "How is he?" "He's a little shaken. I think he'll need comforting." They walked to the office and found Damien crying on the leather sofa. "Son?" "Dad. Someone was hurting her." He sat next to him on the sofa and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Damien then sat up and hugged his father. "I'm here. Your mum is safe. I promise." "I think we should end the session for today." "I think we better had. Come on Damien. I'll take you to the car."

Once in the car, Damien put his seatbelt on as his father just closed the door on his side of the car. "I'm sorry dad." "Don't apologise. Do you feel like going today?" "I think I can manage." "If you can't manage it, call me and I'll pick you up." He just nodded and his father drove him to college.

"Remember to call me if you can't manage." "I know. I'll call you later." "That's my boy. Have a good day." He nodded, got out of the car and walked to class.

Once at his math class, everyone looked at the door. "Nice of you to join us Damien." "Sorry sir, I had an appointment." "That's fine. Take your seat and I'll tell you what to do." He took his seat and the teacher approached him with a sheet of paper. "This is a double sided page. All I'd like you to do is work out these equations. Ask if you're not sure." "Thanks sir." He then picked up his pencil and began to look at the worksheet.

Damien struggled at question eight. "Sir?" "Yes Damien?" "I don't get question eight. It's confusing." "I could tell you a better way to make it easier for you." "Please." Delia looked at him and she was concerned. She continued with her work, occasionally looking at her friend.

At the end of the lesson, Delia walked with Damien. "Why were you late?" "It's personal." "I understand. I'm not one to pry in other people's business." "You're such a good person Delia." "Thanks. Let's go." They then walked to their next lesson. Art.

"Alright class. We're having this lesson on the field outside today. It's such a nice day so I think you all need some fresh air. I'd like you to sketch what you see." Everyone stood up and made their way to the field outside. Damien and Delia walked together.

Once at the field, everyone sat on the grass and drew what they saw. It was anything around them. Delia drew the many trees while Damien drew the college building.

Damien finished within half an hour. He looked at Delia and saw that she was nearly done. "That's really good Delia." "Thanks. Are you done?" "Yes." "Can I look?" He nodded and showed her his work. "Wow Damien. That's...really detailed." "Thanks. This is a skill of mine. I don't like to brag about it."

When time was up, Delia showed her sketch to everyone and they liked it. "That's really good Delia. Thank you. Damien, your turn." He turned his book around and everyone was surprised. "Well Damien, I don't know what to say. That's very detailed. You made an excellent job. Keep up the good work." "Thank you sir."

At break time, Jason was sat on a bench. "Delia, go to Jason. I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm just going to get my book for next period." The moment he turned around, he grew sweaty. He produced his phone from his pocket and dialled his father.

"Damien?" "Dad." "What's wrong?" "Second period just finished and I'm getting really overheated." "Try and get to the entrance and I will come and get you." "Hurry dad. Everything is starting to spin." "Well, return to your friends then and I'll be there soon." Damien ended the call and turned around to face his friends. They were laughing and Delia looked at him and saw right through him as her smile then faded. She saw that he didn't look well. She stood up, approached him and helped to steady him. "Let me get you to the nurse." "No. My dad is coming. He told me to..." He paused. "He told you to what?" "Stay with you." "Come and sit down with us."

Once Delia had Damien sat down, she gave him a bottle of water and gave it to him. "Jason, get help." "No. My dad is coming." "At least let us get a teacher until your dad arrives." "Fine." Jason ran to get a teacher and by the time a teacher arrived, Damien had passed out.