It was still dark outside, but the roosters were already having a vocalization contest. Damian opened his eyes, only to be welcomed by the sad darkness. On top of that, he felt his head throbbing.
‘What did Ronnie do to me last night?’
He only remembered the somber look in Ronnie’s eyes as he stared deep into his own.
‘That child is still imprisoned by his past and a slave of revenge. What will I ever do to him?’
Damian let the throbbing pain subside by drawing in some fresh air coming from the open window, but a pang of pain hit his brain because of the iciness in the atmosphere… more like a brain freeze traveling to his heart and lungs too.
‘I’m really getting old.’
When the pain was gone, Damian sat by the bedside, ready to get up to cook breakfast; however, a loud bang from the b
