CHAPTER 18

DAMIEN

I was pacing up and down in my study room the phone kept ringing it's my grandmother I don't know what I will say to her. I know she is very angry at me, right? I would pick it up if it was Grandpa calling, but now it's her no, I'm not picking it up. I glance at Tony, who gave me a confused look.

Me: "Say it already." He nods.

Tony: "I think it will be best to pick it up because if you don't, your grandma might travel here to face, so you better pick it right now." I sighed he is right she might really come here, which is something I don't want. I finally pick it up, and oh boy, I'm already dead.