(WHEN IT ALL BEGAN!)

Damien: Wake the hell up! I'm hungry!

Blake: I'm asleep Damien,make something yourself.

Damien: *kicks Blake in the chest,walks away* Make me a sandwich!

Blake (P.O.V): *rolls onto back coughing furiously,clutching chest.* -For awhile now Damien has been a little abusive. I figure it's just a little faze he'll grow out of soon.- (END P.O.V) *gets up and saunters to the kitchen,turns on the faucet,watches cockroaches scurry away,phone rings*

*PHONE CALL:*

Blake: Hello?

?: Hey Blake,it's Delliah Fritz. You left me a message?

Blake: Yes.. *whispers* my friend recommended you,she said you were the one to turn to.

Delliah: Course,that's me. No prob hun,tell me when we can meet..

Blake: Tonight..after 6pm? (P.O.V.) -Damien will be at work,he won't notice.- (END P.O.V.)

Delliah: Sounds great.. *clicks off*

*END PHONE CALL*

Damien: *walks in* Who was that?

Blake: Uh..One of your boys,seeing if you were going to the big game tonight..no big deal. *Walks to fridge and pulls out sandwich supplies*

Damien: Which one?

Blake: Which one what? *places bread onto plate slowly,keeping her breathing steady.*

Damien: *Stands behind her* Which friend?

Blake: Umm...The burly voiced one,T-Tom.

Damien: Ok.. *Yanks the sandwich of the counter,walks away.*

Blake: *exhales*