Chapter 107: I'M TRYING TO PROTECT HER..

Derek cussed again and again as he walked steadily towards the door leading to the front porch. He didn't understand his little witch again. It was like she knew that something was really going on, and had expected him to tell her by himself; his avoidance of that, had then upsetted her much to even dodge his kiss.

What does she think is happening? Who does she think I am? Why the sudden question? He thought, turning the knob, to open up the door.

His cousin, stood by the door with a black polyethene bag.

"What's sup." She said, stepping into the living room.

He shrugged in reply, getting a furtive glance from his cousin.

"Okay. Out with it. What happened?" She asked, sitting on one of the couches. "How is she?"

"She is okay." He replied, taking a seat near her.

"Then what is wrong? Why is your face like poop?" She asked, reclining properly on the couch, whilst tapping her fingers on the arm rest.