Chasing The Rejected

-CLARA-

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How could I open my eyes and the first thing I could see was the explosion of last night happening before me.

Despite falling asleep after making a grand escape from yesterday’s chaos thanks to Daman, I woke up and I felt totally disconnected from everything, like I was not really here. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible like that happened.

The world around me was slowly coming back into focus, but everything felt different. But it was also like I was seeing it for the first time.

My body felt heavy and slow like I was wading through mud.

My thoughts were racing and I tried to breathe properly through my nose.

This was torture.

The explosion was all I could recall from last night and

nd the fact that I was waking up at exactly dawn which meant I passed out last night.

I opened the door to my y room and two tall men, broad and wide hanging on each side of my door stopped me from going any further.

“Who are you?” I shrieked at both of them.

Before any of them could make a sound, Luca’s voice echoed from behind me.

“Did they startle you?” He asked.

I turned around swiftly, “who are they?”

“They’re few of your new guards now,” Luca replied.

“Guards?” I tried to breathe.

“Yes. Damon has enforced more protection around you because of what happened last night. The event left you quite in another dimension. You were barely here with us despite getting home”

I nodded, understanding Damon’s intention.

“So expect to be followed around more cautiously. As Damon has pointed me to investigate more on the explosion, we don’t know where it came from or what location at the carnival it took off. So you need to be careful,” Luca addressed.

“Okay thanks” I breathed. Tossing away any brief image of last night that was trying to hinder my morning.

The air around the house became straight. Everyone hardly smiled and when they managed to get a hold of my gaze, they would look at me like I was the most pitiful thing they have ever seen.

Damon was busy the entire time, his cold expression had turned solemn and hard, mixed with anger and frustration.

Anyone could tell his mood had been messed with and it was because after so much searching for who could be behind last night’s explosion, they couldn’t find a trace.

I wanted to lift Damon’s mood so bad. If arched me a bit that despite yesterday and the little time we spent causing me to see even a fringe smile on his lips had to be ruined by something so traumatic.

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Damon wasn’t an easy man to impress and waving a lollipop in front of his face won’t get him alight again. It would anger him more. Sol needed a perfect strategy that would briefly drive his mind from the explosion to something else.

But first I had to do my duty as the Luna of the pack.

Dressed in a skirt jumper, a white blouse and a coat, I set out with a few of the house maids and my many guards to the place the explosion had taken place.

My grounds were almost shaken a few times but I had to stand it.

Some things in life were uncalled for and this was the only way I could write the uncalled things.

Not getting wavered by the event that unfolded.

I got to the place and my guards halted when I did.

The air was still covered in fading fogs and the place carried the smell of heavy metallic and dried blood.

The place, with every booth and kiosks were shattered into pieces, leaving no trace of what they were originally.

My heart instantly started to ache seeing multiple dead bodies lay side by sides like what was being purchased.

Wailing still took over the place from heavily injured people and I tried so hard not to shake, not to dare shed a tear,

I immediately encouraged the physicians I brought with me to start on with treatments and urged Gwen to get on with dispensing of the light food we’ve brought

I moved around the place to attend to a lot of people. The ones that had managed to survive like myself, I promised myself that they would never ever get to repeat something as traumatic as this.

The hopeless look on their faces broke my heart multiple times. I could smell their fear, their despair and brokenness.

A woman holding her injured child getting treated immediately started to wail.

“This was the last straw!” She cried.

“Mrs Donovan, you do not have to treat us, even if you do treat us and feed us, how do we continue to live?” She wailed and my breath hitched.

“My kiosk for the carnival was my only source of income, and now I’ve lost everything, Everything,”

I pursed my lips together to conceal any shaky feeling that would trade my voice.

I let myself speak.

“Do not worry, ma’am, I stretched out a smile.

“I promise you and everyone else. Every booth and every kiosk and everything ever sold in it would be replaced.”

Gasps immediately erupted in the place and felt my heart warming up when their faces of despair started to lit with joy.

And suddenly it felt like the heavy wounds on their bodies felt like nothing as they looked at me.

So I continued, letting my words linger and standing my ground.

“Everyone will be freely treated and compensated. And I also promise you, you will all never go through that again,”

“You’re too nice Mrs Donovan!”

“Bless your heart”

Thank you so much”

The place started to feel hopeful again as multiple gratitudes filled the air.

I felt proud of myself too.

H**d from the child that was being treated, that I was intensely looking at and raised my head to meet Steven’s eyes wandering over me

It had something I couldn’t quite decipher.

When I held his gaze, his lips pressed into a smile.

“Thank you

into a s

He mouthed at me from where he was standing.

I nodded and took a turn towards Gwen who was urging me about the people I haven’t met yet.

If I was being honest, I enjoyed my visit to the injured. I love how spirited they became after the visit and how their spirit influenced my depressed state to discem.

I got more entourage and people warmed up to me like they haven’t before.

I knew if Damon was with me they wouldn’t dare.

But how I loved how connected i felt with them.

As I concluded my time at the shattered carnival, I felt a sense of readiness to return home. However, a thought of Damon’s mood crossed my mind. I brought joy to numerous people. What can I do to help my husband become more lighthearted? With great enthusiasm, gathered my companions and embarked on a journey to the mall, determined to discover the perfect gift for Damon,

After hours of shopping, I realized Damon wasn’t an easy man to please.

Everything I came into sight with felt like he might throw me a scomful look or sneer at it with distaste.

And it left me sighing more than a hundred times.

And my guards were looking like they needed some break.

I finally picked up a few things and hurried back home.

I got home happy and ready to give Damon my gift.

I immediately showered, got dressed and puckered up.

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I waited in my room for a while and when he didn’t show up, I decided to move around the house to go to him myself.

I met Luca around who told me Damon was deeply p**d and didn’t want to be disturbed.

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Despite being persistent, he urged me to go back to the room and then assured me to wait with a promise that Damon would be with me tonight.

Though his assurances didn’t sound as solid as I could tell. I did listen to him and went back to the room to wait for Damon.

Buried under the bed covers. My eyes constantly darted to the time every now and then. Staring at the door and then the clock waiting for Damon to finish whatever he was be

ing p**d about and walk into the dark room.

I tossed and tumed, becoming very impatient but after hours of waiting.

Damon didn’t show up.