My dad sure as hell wouldn't want me to ask Damon for help again. He was stubborn as a mule, and I was scared that he'd give me grief later.
I'm not sure if my bull-headed persistence was right or wrong, but I still wanted to do what my parents wanted.
I try to avoid anything they wouldn't want to happen.
"Eliana, you're as stubborn as a mule, but this time, I'm going to make you come to me and lessen your stubbornness a bit!" Damon's face was as dark as a thundercloud, and his words were ice-cold.
I shook my head, "No bloody way, Damon. Even if my house is in ruins and I have to take odd jobs, I won't bow down to you. The idea of me returning to your side to be your punching bag is a no-go"
Damon couldn't help but chuckle, "When did I ever make you a punching bag? Can't I just want to make it up to you?"
"I don't want it." I said resolutely
