Chapter 32

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged.

We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

"Thank you."I said to Damien, who gentlemanly helped me pack it up. I didn't have to bend, I wasn't in popsocks and I was pretty self popsicks. I can't explain why.

"Annabelle Steele?"He questioned.

I was actually surprised, then I remembered who my mum was.

"I thought I was the only old school guy."He gushed. "Oh my God, you like her too. I have a book! I love her work."

My mum has a book?! Wow!

"Old school? It's not old school at all."

"It is. In someway. She probably wrote that book when I was a toddler, or yet