DAMON

"Brother, aren't you going to wait for Dinner?"

Hearing Bella's voice I turned back slightly.

"No."

"Why?" She whined.

"You never stay for dinner and during breakfast or lunch you hardly look like a man that's alive."

"Look at you, in just 3 weeks there are stubbles of beards all over your chin, you look unkempt and haggard."

"Can you please just shut up? Go back inside, I'll be back by dawn." I snapped.

I didn't want to, but hearing her consistent nagging only hastened the imminent headache.

"You!" Bella fumed looking aggravated.

"Listen to your brother Bella, don't bother him his busy."

"But mom-" Bella tried arguing but...