chapter 21

                                    

                                          
~~~3 days later~~~

                          
It was hard for me to imagine so much time had passed... My ankle luckily was feeling better, I could now walk on my own though I was still sore. Henry kept me company and continued to show me around, though we mostly stayed inside the lounge, he said I should completely heal before going outside and exploring the village. In my opinion, he's just being overprotective, we had fun hanging out together, he said I reminded him of his little sister. When I tried to ask him about it he seemed to get upset, before changing the subject.
                          


                          
Henry was quirky in his own way and I enjoyed his company, he kept my mind off things. Especially Damien... Though I've noticed he likes to change the subject a lot when I ask about the village or people within it, it was clear he was hiding something, but so was I. As long as he wasn't prying me for information I decided to not bother him.
                          


                          
The people here often looked at me strangely, it was different from the way people looked at me from my town, but more often than not, I had people coming up to me, curious about me and the man I dragged in. I didn't know much about Damien and they seemed to think it was strange but no one really pried. Despite some of the strange looks, no one seemed to pity me... No one knew that I was just some orphaned rescue who lost everything. No one treated me like an outcast.
                          


                          
I was quickly welcomed into the social hierarchy of the people who lived in the lodge, most of them were around my age and I was happy, being able to talk and hang out with others. I had even met some of Henry's friends, most of which did not live in the lodge, and stayed in their parent's cabins. I was surprised how many young people there actually were, and how they just treated me like one of their own... I envied how social everyone was here...
                          


                          
Damien was still asleep...the doctors said he just needed rest that his wounds took a toll on his body. As the days passed I continued to grow more worry-some... Even now I was sitting at his bedside waiting for him to wake.
                          


                          
I glanced over at the sleeping beast, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Henry would tease me, saying how he seemed more comfortable with me just being in the room. Of course, that was ridiculous though...he was unconscious there's no way for him to know I was here...
                          


                          
Sighing, my eyes trailed up to his face, a part of me expected for his eyes to open and that dark golden gaze to catch me off guard. But what would I do when he did wake up? Would I act like a puppy and comfort him? Thank him for saving my life? Or would I scold him, yelling and cursing him for dragging me out here for ruining my once peaceful life...
                          


                          
My fingers twitched at the mere thought of him. I disliked him for many reasons...i blamed him for many things yet I also felt grateful for having him. And I wanted to be around him, as strange as that sounds.
                          


                          
Burying my face in the blankets I groaned, as a headache made itself known. The past few days they kept appearing every time I was near Damien or even thought about him, and despite the fact I enjoyed hanging out with Henry and the people here, a part of me was telling me to run, to get as far away from this place as quickly as possible.
                          


                          
What was wrong with me? Why am I unable to relax and settle in like everyone else?...