CHAPTER TWO- THE PROMISE

I blinked my eyes uncontrollably, I could felt the pain, a slow dull ache in my shoulder, my body felt heavy as if it was sinking into something soft, something unfamiliar, I rolled my eyes it was a hospital, “ How do you feeling?” I heard a voice from the end of the room, the voice was cold and familiar, I turned to the direction where the voice came from, “I feel good,” I said as I tried to sit up, I groaned, The pain from my shoulder was heavy, It was piercing like a needle pressed into a cloth, I sat up facing Damian who was now walking towards the bed he was putting on a black plain trousers and a black plain shirt, “ Did I stress you because of this,” I said pointing at my shoulder where the bullet had penetrated, He chuckled and gave his usual cold stare, mean and weird, “ Did I ask you to take a bullet for me?” He said with a smirk on his face, he slid his hands into his pocket, staring at me and waiting for my answers, I slowly lowered my head, my face became pale and sad, why was he being rude? “I never planned to Mr. Blackwood,” I said stealing a quick glance at him, I gave a deadly stare, and shifted my gaze to the window, so many thoughts about the gunfire flashed through my head, “ Where did you get that from?” His voice came again colder than usual, “What?” I asked, and shifted my gaze back to him, my brow furrowed in confusion, “ The pendant,” He said, letting a hand out of his pocket, and reaching out to the pendant on my neck, I stared at him like I was lost, “I.. I don’t remember, I think It’s a thrifted necklace I got with my best friend Claire sometime ago,” I said taking a quick glance at the pendant, it was a simple sliver locket, with it’s delicate edge. “Why do you ask?” Something flickered in his eyes, disappointment, frustration, pain, it disappeared quickly for me to tell, then he spoke again, “No reason,” His voice came out calm and low, like something was consuming him from the inside.

I wanted to persuade him to speak, but his facial expression wasn’t giving a good one at all, his expression showed how he wasn’t ready to talk to anyone about anything, I quickly shoved it off and changed the subject, “ Can I ask for a favor ,” I said, trying to draw his attention for wherever his mind was, he turned his gaze to me, he eyes showed eagerness to hear whatever I wanted to say, he nodded in affirmation for me to go on, “ For my publishing company, I want to write about you,” I said and paused then I stole a glace at him and continued, “ Your biography Mr. Blackwood,” Then I shifted my gaze to the ground, he stood there, staring at me, as if he was studying me, the silence caused heart race faster, “Fine,” He said and it cut me off guard, “Fine?” He gave me a cold stare like he had something under his sleeves, then he turned and slowly walked towards the door, my gaze followed every step he made, I wanted to hear him say something again, why was he leaving, he turned the door knob, and he spoke again, “ I will schedule the time for the next interview,” He said, his voice coming out cold, echoing in the walls of the room, he said and walked out, shutting the door immediately like he didn’t want to hear me speak, “Why does he feel too important?” I muttered under my breath and laid back on the bed, I was deep in thought on how to continue my investigation, then my phone on the table beside the bed rang, I rushed to pick, it was Hillary, he must have heard about the gunfire, “Look at the couch in the room, then meet me outside,” He said immediately, his voice came out colder than usual, it showed anger and pain through the phone, I quickly rushed to the couch, there was a fancy bag there, a red designer’s gown was in the bag, I quickly changed and dressed quickly, I walked out of the hospital quickly so I won’t get caught, because Damian had assigned someone to take care of me.

I hastened my footsteps and got to Hillary’s Black SUV, I hopped in immediately, “ How do you feel?” He said, his voice coming out cold, I could feel the disappointment in his voice, I knew it was all about Damian and the interview, I stole a glance at him as I fastened my seat belt, “ I feel better,” I said relaxing into the chair, “ Why did you do it?” he spoke as he slowly swept his gaze over me, “ I never planned to,” I said shifting my gaze outside the window, I was getting pissed, nothing was my fault. “ I know you have no information yet, You have only one job, get all necessary information for me,” He said this time his voice coming out softer than ever, though commanding, then he came closer and he quickly pulled my face closer to his, my eyes closed for a few seconds, it was a kiss on my lip, It lasted for a few seconds, I’ve never felt this way before, it was a short time kiss, my heart jumped into my stomach, “ I knew about the gunfire before it happened, just do your job for me to strike,” He broke out, pulling back from me this time his voice cold and serious, like he meant business, He quickly started the Engine and drove off, Was he the master planner behind the gunfire? So many questions running through my head, the thought of the kiss, and the question in my head, Did he plan the gunfire outbreak? My heart raced faster as I shifted my gaze to the roadside.