Damon returned back with an angry look on his face, he forced open and into Beatriz room. Though their conversation were enclosed you could definitely hear faint shouts forcing out of the room.
At first, I tried to understand Damon's sudden anger and was astonished by the truth. Apparently, Rachel had left him, it was only twelve hours ago she was all clingy on her.
It was a good thing I had ears of an antenna which could catch farther conversations quicker, this actually came in handy today and with Alicia and her friend gone there was no stopping this argument.
"How dare you meddle in my life!? She is the only woman who has been there for more than you have ever been as a mother" Damon started off, his actions were unknown to me but I could tell he was flaring up.
"Damon! Never speak to me like that because of a silly woman who's only purpose is to steal from you, I am your mother and I have your best interest as well" Beatriz's was a little calm but it was rising up slowly.
"If you did as you claim you should never have taken away someone special to me in that manner.... tell me, how much did you offer her to leave me"
"I didn't offer her anything, she was the one who made the deal and I accepted. I only confronted her to explain that you would be getting remarried and she should back off. She chose to back off on the account that I pay her twenty million, apparently that is how much you are worth to her"
"Twenty million what?"
"Does the currency matter? It's the action that counts" Beatriz said.
"Right now, I don't care just fucking tell me the bloody currency you paid her off with, is it dollars, pounds or Euros"
"How about you go ask her yourself, I can bet she was the one who called you and like I said before, you can do whatever thing you want to do with her but bear in mind that you are marrying Alicia" Beatriz stormed out of her room muttering something that I couldn't pin point.
Damon came right next to her and caught me staring at him, I quickly avert my gaze to avoid any altercation between the both of us over my eaves dropping.
I tried to be stealthily as possible and ran back into my room. I was in there for a while and when I couldn't sleep, I came out again and went straight to the wine cellar.
Immediately I had gotten in I heard something fall to the ground and make a shattering sound. I ran to check it out, there was blood dripping on the glasses on the floor and they came from Damon.
He didn't seem to bother about his injured hands and fell back on his seat before drinking his wine. His hair was all over the place, he looked like he just had a bad break up and it won't be easy to get out of it.
I didn't know why but I kind of felt for him. There was something odd about him that draws me to him, it wasn't love.... I could never love a man like Damon, it was outrightly pity, that could be the only reason I had rushed to get a first aid kit to cleanse his wounds.
I pressed the first aid kit on my chest as I slowly approached him, he was already drinking too much, there were up to three more bottles of wine on the table which were still untouched and four that has been drunken.
He didn't throw away my hands when I took it to treat on it. I applied ointment on it like he did with mine weeks back, I also bandage it for him, he was smirking by the time I was doing it but by the time I was done his face had already gone dark.
Damon removed the bandage and threw it on the floor. "I don't need your pity, mind your business" he said before drinking again.
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I was a little taken aback by the way he knew I pitied him but I just couldn't leave. I tried putting on the bandage again and he took it off, he did it repeatedly but I never gave up.
"Aren't you tired, I said I don't need your help" he said.
"Well, I am not going to stop" I took his hand again to try again but waited to hear him speak.
"Why? Cause you feel I am pathetic and move from women to women seeking for love where I am not wanted" His words might have sounded harsh but it came from a place of hurt.
"That is not the case" I tried to make him see.
"Then what is?"
"For the obvious reasons that your hands are bleeding and needs to be treated" Damon drank from his bottle this time and threw it on the floor making me shriek with fear. "So, I scare you"
"No, you don't" My eyes searching for any broken pieces underneath me.
"Nah.... I think that I do, you can't even face me now cause you are scared" he opened up and another bottle and I put my hands to stop him.
"Please don't, you are drunk as it is, you don't need this" I took it away from him and he let it go.
"Sure, take it away, like everything else......." He dozed off while he was lamenting.
I cleaned the shattered glass on the floor so it would be easier for me to take him to his room.
To be honest, being pregnant was a lot easier than trying to walk a drunk man to his room, he kept staggering now and then. The one that took me by surprise was when he pecked me on the cheeks, of course I didn't take it personal cause he wasn't aware of what he was doing.
I used his key to open the door and dragged him to his bed. I was about leaving his bedside when he tightened the grip of my hands and pleaded, "Please don't go.... Please don't"
When I heard him, I chose to stay for a while until after he has slept off. What hurt me a little was when I had sat and was willing to stay with him and then he mumbled, "Please don't go.... Please don't go.... Elizabeth".
I felt my entire body go stiff.