The last thing that Demetrius expected was his mother standing in his room, her hands on her hips and she looked pissed at him.
“When were you going to tell me?” his mother asked him and lying to her at this point was one thing that Demetrius was wise enough not to do. Demetrius looked around the room for Bailey and luckily, for him, she was nowhere in sight.
“I am asking you a question son?” his mother yelled at him, one more time and Demetrius shut his eyes, his mother’s yelling made his headache even worse.
“Mother can you please not yell at me like that, I have a headache” Demetrius begged his mother. He was slowly gaining his energy back but eating had become a problem, Bailey had come in earlier to feed him and a wave a nausea hit him every time he tried to eat.
Demetrius opened
