Addicted Damien (Sartori #1)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Remained

"How did you find me?" I asked, my voice was not hoarse anymore. The woman that I assumed a year older than me had given me water to get rid of the dryness in my sore throat.

Watching Damien coldly treating the bruises and little cuts at the undersurface of my feet was unimaginable and equivocal if it was really happening. Yet here I was, witnessing it and not just imagining.

Caprice, the kind woman that had given me water offered to clean the visible scratches and scrapes at my sole because of walking for how many hours barefooted, that got my feet blemished and flawed, but Damien refused her offer, he had said to do it himself.

Here he was, sitting at the far edge of the bed, tending to my feet with antiseptic ointment after he cleaned my wound with warm water and gently dried it up using cotton balls.

"I called my men to find you when I came back to our hotel room after making myself cool and found you gone. But they failed," paliwanag niya, hindi ito sumulyap sa akin. His eyes were concentrated and focus on tending the undersurface of my left foot after he's done with the right one. "My underboss, Maddox was on their way here from Los Angeles with his girlfriend, Caprice. I left the hotel, ako na mismo ang naghanap sa'yo."

Realization struck me when I compared and recalled the masculine voice that I heard from the phone and the voice of Maddox. It was him.

Pero hindi pa rin nasasagot ni Damien ang tanong ko.

"N-Nahanap mo ba ako sa tabi ng basurahan?" Hindi ko mabalanse ang boses ko nang dahil sa marahang paghilot ni Damien sa ankle ko habang abala siya sa paglalagay ng antiseptic ointment sa talampakan ko.

Kumunot ang noo ni Damien bago siya tumigil sa kanyang ginagawa at inangat ang tingin sa akin.

"No," he replied, his charcoal grey eyes hardening. "Nakita kitang walang malay habang buhat-buhat ng isang nakangising kriminal."

My knees weakened, even at the state of sitting on this cozy bed.

"A-Ano? Pero nakatulog lang ako sa tabi ng basurahan," naguguluhan ay mabilis ding nag-iba ang ekspresyon ko, tinapunan ko siya ng masamang tingin dahil sa panghuhusga at pang-aakusa niya sa tao. "Don't accuse the man, Damien. How could you call him a criminal? What if he just wanted to help me?"

"He's a rapist, he's one on the wanted list of murderers and criminals," I caught the visible chords on his arms pulsing in anger. "And I didn't let the cops find him."

Paano siya nakakasigurado sa impormasyong 'to? Bakit hindi ako nagising nang may bumuhat na pala sa akin? Siguro marahil sa sobrang pagod.

But the last thing that he said got me intrigued as I felt waves of fear washed through my system making my body stiffened.

That was close, and I was glad that Damien prevented it from happening. I felt nothing on the private part of my body, that's just how it proved that I was not being entered.

However, I could not help myself but question him, again.

"Anong ibig mo'ng sabihin?" I asked with careful tone of my voice.

Hindi siya nagsalita. Nagpatuloy lang ito sa kanyang ginagawang panggagamot sa paa ko, bakas sa madilim at galit na ekspresyon sa kanyang mukha na parang ayaw nitong pa-istorbo.

Bakit ayaw niyang sagutin ang tanong ko?

"Damien, answer me," pamimilit ko at sinubukan ko pa'ng hilahin ang paa ko palayo sa kanyang mahigpit ngunit magaan na pagkakahawak, pero hindi ako nagtagumpay dahil humigpit lang ito lalo at kalaunan ay gumaan din sa pakiramdam ang kanyang kamay nang huminto ako. I let out a heavy breath because of frustration. "Why didn't you let the cops find him? Is he your friend? Did you help him hide?"