For the next half an hour or so, Damien found himself on the receiving end of what could only be called an intense grilling session, with the mother and daughter pair taking their turns to cook him nicely on both sides.
– "Where were you?"
– "How come you're so late?"
– "What the hell happened to your hand now?"
– "Why is Mom telling me I can't go to classes for the next month?!"
Questions he couldn't answer straightforwardly rained down on him in an unceasing torrent, leaving him with only two options – either to deftly avoid them, or just straight up lie his way out of the mess.
"So, you see, some things happened on the way, and...uh..."
Unfortunately, his creative abilities in crafting convincing lies had been a little compromised due to the repeated trauma his brain and psyche had suffered recently, making the end result of their conversation slightly....less than 'ideal'.
"...This way."
