HIS OBSESSION

Chapter 14

Guards, I want this girl to remain here. And no one else is permitted in or out of this quarter. Don't allow her to come out”. Damon commanded as he took Amelia into a master room upstairs. The expression on his face was terrifying, the guards were already nodding and answering “yes sir” before he concluded his commands. He took Amelia into the room and locked it up again. There were pleasures attached to Damon's house since it was furnished in a way that appeals to every eye that may come in contact with it. But Amelia can't just enjoy any, because of her position in the house. Despite the gadgets and other things that were used to beautify the house and enhance it for pleasure, Amelia couldn't have her peace of mind back and hence, cared not to know how the whole thing in the room operated.

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“What the hell do you think you were doing?” Damon blew hot as he met his father downstairs. The old man was still sitting on the bed where Damon used to lock Amelia.

“Remember, you're addressing your father.” The old man whispered to Damon while wearing an expressionless face.

“Spare me that blackmailing father. This is my house for Christ's sake. And I'm no longer a kid. I make my choice the way I want things”

Damon continued to address his father angrily.

“I remained loyal to my father until his last day on earth. And have it in mind, that some decision has been made by people that care for you even before you get taller as you see in the mirror”

The old man spoke with total confidence.

By the way, things kept unfolding in their conversation. I'm compelled to believe that Damon's stiffness wasn't learned, it runs in his genes. His father passed it down to him. Even if he learned it, his father must be the best person.

“Father, I know you care for me, but at this age, I have to make my choices by myself.”

He never allowed his father's confidence to overcome his rage. He continued using a horrid tone on his father while venting his anger.

“What was in your mind when you got another woman in this home? You're trying to break a bond that was sealed years back, or what?”

The old man managed to express anger minimally.

“Sir, I don't understand why you believe all the thrash you hear from Danciana. You cared not to hear from me before you proceed with your plans.”

Damon's family is related.

Both Damon's guards and his father's squad left the room for father and son, who were having a heated argument. They wanted not to be told since they saw by the way they discuss family-related topics, they left it for the father and son to sort themselves out.

“What you did was the last thing I expected from you. You're an elder that knows the right thing to do. Why on Earth did you point a rifle at an innocent girl? I know Danciana must've discussed some silly topics with you. And that's why you're acting funny. But, that's not the best you can do”

Damon continued talking to his father as though they were mates.

“Damon, you're addressing your father! And that girl, Danciana has been betrothed to you. You can run a thousand miles or more away from her. But that's the woman I and your mother have chosen for you.”

Damon's father replied to him while expressing how angry he was at the sound of his tone.

“You alone know how you would hear and interpret what I'm saying, but hear me out. I agreed to marry Danciana, not for any other reason than what you said. There's no string attached to it. And that's not enough reason to distance me from other ladies.”

Damon exhausted his words and then turned to leave his father in the room before the old man called him twice, and he threw an emotion-filled look at his father.

“You came down to banter words with your father. Those mirrors might be deceiving you. Diana is your wife. And no one else will take her position. That's my verdict. And it remains the ultimate.” Damon's father blew hot on his son.

“Marriage is never done by force. It remains a choice. Allow me to make mine” He was addressing his father, but the old man showed no attention. Instead, as Damon was addressing him, he stood up and left Damon in the room.

Damon also spent no more time in the room since he was left alone before he exited the room.

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As the old man left the building, his squads followed him as they got into their car and took off. I guess the influence of the discussion remained visible on the old man's face. He kept sweating even though the car's Air Conditioner was turned on. For some moment, he couldn't utter a word. Instead, he kept a straight face.

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Damon went upstairs and couldn't just sit quietly to think of what transpired between him and his father. He poured himself a glass of wine and was carrying it in his hand as he trekked from one edge of the room to the other. He was greatly puzzled. Despite all his display of mastery In choice Of words, his father already designed a befitting response to whatever may come out of him. Damon couldn't just maintain a position. However, he sat for a few seconds on the seat. Not long after, he stood up and lit a stick of cigarettes.

It seemed that wasn't enough for him. He wasted no time before he finished the drink in his glass and then poured more.

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Amelia had earlier wet her pillow with tears and then finally fell asleep. She looked tattered where she lay on the bed. Her hair wasn't arranged. It seemed each strand was chasing the other. A knock on the door woke her up. It was so strange to her since no one cared to ask for her permission before entering wherever she was locked in. She even got afraid to attend to the knocks since she was scared that it might be the old man who pointed a rifle at her or the lady called Danciana.

He kept sighing and hissing on the bed.

'Which kind of temptation is this? How did I get myself into this kinda mess? Hmm, I hope I survive this…'

She kept muttering to herself until she heard the door open. She flinched, but because there was no other exit, she accepted her fate and kept watch for what might ensue.

Damon walked ghostly into the room and quietly sat on the bed where Amelia lay. Unlike Damon, he couldn't just make a command as he always does. Rather, he was speechless. Amelia turned her pale face to the wall so that she had nothing to do or say to Damon. However, Damon, noticing that she was bittered, got up from the bed and stood directly opposite her.

“Amelia, even if you can't acknowledge my presence, spare me a look.”

He pleaded.

He did repeat the same plea, but Amelia didn't respond until he used his authoritative voice to call her attention. As Amelia turned to look at Damon, her face was drenched with tears.

“Sorry, Amelia. This isn't how I planned it”. Damon commented shockingly as he saw Amelia crying profusely.

Amelia couldn't utter a word to him but continued tearing up.

“Use this and clean your tears, Amelia”

Damon said as he brought out a handkerchief from his pocket and flung it to Amelia.

The young lady was unable to get hold of the handkerchief, but it fell on her body. Damon was willing to meet with her on the bed, but it seemed something was dragging him back.