Chapter hundred and forty five

Damien laughed and asked me the most unlikely question. “How old are you again?”. For a moment I forgot my age. It was like I was under a spell. “Hello”, he waved his hand in front of me. I cleared my throat softly and responded “Twenty four years”. He was pleased by my response and walked out of his seat. “In Cabin, when you are sixteen years old you are legally allowed to have a baby, drive a car and work. When you are eighteen, you are legally an adult. Mr Swift, how old are you?” He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me.

I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and my whole body was almost letting me out. I was more intimidated by Mr Damien than his goons. “I am twenty four”, I replied, again. “Very good! That means you are supposed to be an adult. At twenty four, you are still under the influence of your mom. Chole is five and she is doing better than this” he spat, harshly. His words were like sharp arrows thrown at me.

I felt every pain it caused to my heart. “ I