CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Damian was in his room. His jaw hurt badly. Lilian had a mean right hook. She was out of control. His nose was bleeding a little less but his new shirt was stained with blood. He went to the freezer he had in his room and got an ice pack and placed it on his nose as he held his head back. He was in pain. He imagined how much pain he would have actually been in if her kick had connected with his balls. Instinctively, his hands went down there to cradle them. The thought of it already made his groin hurt slightly. He was still taking her to work. He wasn't sorry about anything he had done. She needed to learn respect and if that meant learning it the hard way, then so be it. He went to the bathroom cupboard and got out a bottle of aspirin and some spirit and plasters. He had looked in the mirror and saw a slight cut on his nose. What kind of woman gives head buts?! The cut stung as the spirit seeped into the wound. He took off his blood-stained shirt and threw it in the corner alongside