Chapter 15. Who cares about colleges?

Damien woke up in his bed alone. His room was dark, and he felt chilly. He looked around to see if Adeline was still here, but she was gone. Of course, she left. Why would she stay? Damien thought. Her scent still lingered in his room. He got up and looked at his wound in the mirror. He had to hide it from his dad. The last thing he needed was to be verbally abused by his father about how useless he was and how much of a scoundrel he was for picking a fight with some puny gang members. He went downstairs to find Maxim and Mrs. Petrushka. "Damien, honey, why are you walking around? You need to rest!" Mrs. Petrushka exclaimed. "I don't feel like lying in bed all day. Where is Maxim?" he asked. "Here I am," Maxim spoke behind them. He walked in and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I just wanted to tell you guys that I'd prefer it if you guys keep my injury a secret from my father," Damien said. "What? Why? He needs to know these things. He is your father!" Maxim raised his eyeb