All Chapters of The Orphans of Blue Ridge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Damian’s accident, Demetri’s POV)I’ve been pacing in front of my office window for over an hour. After dealing with Lucas and the report from his teacher that he’s being disrespectful towards her in class for the entire three weeks that school has been in session I went to Damian’s room. He’s been wanting to experience the club scene and I recently had stumbled across one that’s for teens and young adults. Over twenty-one is allowed but there’s no alcohol served there so for most in that age group it’s pointless to go. I was disappointed when I found him not there. A quick connection with Patrick revealed that he went out with Parker and Celine. A check of the garage revealed that the Mustang was gone. The wrong car to take in this kind of weather especially with a novice driver. My heart inexplicably jumps into my throat as I choke upon my own breath. The sickening sound of metal contorting and collapsing from a sudden hit into an immovable object echoes through my wooded land lo

“You’ve done this enough to know what’s happening. Get in the middle of the desk and face the door.” I growl from behind him, only he doesn’t move. “I don’t have all night. I said move.” My growl is even deeper. He shifts his weight before whimpering, breaking down into sobs. I growl loudly before making my way beside him. He yelps loudly as I grab the back of his neck. “Move your feet.” I push him forward, forcing him to move but it’s not without a noticeable stumble. I push him until he’s where I want him. I let go of his neck with a slight push, pausing when he tumbles forward, catching himself on the top of the desk. I walk several feet between the desk and the wall where my buckleless belt hangs upon the wall. I snatch it roughly from the nail, folding it in half when I place the two ends together in my hand. “Stand up off the desk and get them down.” I growl the directions he already knows need to be done. “Dad please. It hurts.” He whines without moving. “And it’s goin

She finally stops trying to argue with me and looks at her feet as she feels his jeans beneath them. Her breath catches in her chest as she makes eye contact with me. “Yes, I was angry and stubborn when I arrived at the wing. I trusted Kathy to do a full examination so when she said a concussion and sprained wrist I believed her. I should’ve known that it had happened too quickly for a proper assessment. I was blinded by anger and I absolutely planned on putting his age on his bare back side.” “What changed your mind?” She asks with great hesitation. “While he has since voiced his fears, I used the stealth link when he couldn’t stand on his own long enough to unbutton his jeans. He has steadily been convincing himself that he’s killed his friends. He’s also far more injured than what Kathy diagnosed. I was unwilling to believe that the young girl gathering supplies from the closet could have known anything about him. After all, she’s just a gopher, the lowest level of help in the w

“Lilly, even though it appears no one is in here, can you please pull the curtain?” I ask as Damian is going to have a hard enough time being here without the added embarrassment of being forced out of his clothes in front of those he hasn’t met yet. She draws it shut quickly as I lower Damian to the floor. As much difficulty as he had getting into my arms, now he doesn’t want to leave. “I need you to put your left leg on the floor. We need to take your boxers off before you sit on the bed.” He remains silent but I know he’s awake as his grip tightens on the back of my shirt. I sigh hard. “If you can’t let go of me long enough to get your clothes off then we will have to cut them off.” I try to give him logical consequences but his only reaction is to tighten his grip even more. “Do you need a pair of scissors?” A voice I’ve never heard before comes from the other side of the curtain. “Yes please. He is quite terrified and that may be the only way to get them off of him.” I st

“I need you to take the gown and move outside the curtain. Laying him down on the bed has always been rough for him. I need you far enough away that I don’t need to worry about him accidentally hurting you. When I call you back, I want you to use the gown as a temporary sheet to cover his body. I’ve never been able to get a gown on him before he receives the sedative. I promise you, I have not and will not be spanking him. This is much too big of a lesson in itself to inflict that kind of merciless punishment on top.” “Thank you.” She whispers before I hear the sound of her feet walking away from the bed. It’s only after the sounds of the curtain dragging along the track stop that we have a moment together. “I know you don’t want this, Day. Somehow you’ve had some of the worst luck when it comes to getting sick or into accidents and each time you’ve been here or at General it’s been worse than the last. I’m ashamed to admit that I know you don’t trust me but trusting me is all we h