Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

C H A P T E R 58

DELILAH

 

It was after eleven that we could go out to the town museum. I had never been to one, and it excited me so much, even though I was very much aware, of their indifference to Damien regarding where we would be going.

 

He said just, “Wherever you like, we will go.” I was slightly exhausted after searching for places I want to discover in the town since there was not one just many more such visits I want to do.

 

And Damien was of no help at all regarding this, so I just made myself the only chooser and went to the museum. The idea was exciting if I was being honest.

 

“Is the place crowded?” He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, his lips pulled up in a little smile. A baseball cap settled on top of his head, and a black mask covered his mouth. That’s to avoid the paparazzi and the media. They could be such a handful at times, according to him, and it did scare me how even he handle them because facing in front of the entire nation on the televisions and having one's life put forward to the people to see wasn’t something a minor matter to deal with.

 

“No, they aren’t. But since it’s Sunday I can’t say anything.” I nodded at that, sipping from my chocolate milk.

 

“Have you gone there before,?” I extended my arm to give him a sip of the chocolate milk, it was too good.

 

He slowed down the car, taking it to the side while downing a little from the drink package. He wasn’t a lover of that, but since after I made him drink some, he didn’t deny it anymore.

 

“Not likely too much, but when Florence was there we used to go there.” My eyebrows furrowed at the mention of the unknown name. He had never talked about anyone with that name.

 

“Who is Florence?” His figure went frigid for a second before he relaxed and took a swish turn in the car, and I could see the tall buildings passing us.

 

“She is my mother.” To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Damien had never talked about his past, his family except for Grandma, and anything about his childhood.

 

“You never mentioned her before.” He shrugged, looking as if it didn’t bother him in the least.

 

“The subject never came up before.” But the grip he had on his steering wheel was sole proof, that he was neither that casual with the subject nor willing to say more. I didn’t ask him further, I didn’t want to drag down his mood.

 

“Ohh…” through the entire ride, I couldn’t stop thinking about the name, and his mother. It felt familiar like I had heard her name before too.

 

The inside of the museum wasn’t crowded as I have anticipated. There were few people scattered around, strolling through the aisles. My former mood lifted, soon as I gaped at those beautiful, historical pieces.

 

From ancient clothes, jew and els to statues there were innumerapieces of evidence ences of the past, and it made me almost wonder, how much of the things were still left to be discovered. My eyes ran over the writings outside on their surfaces, taking in the stories behind them.

 

“That’s the skeleton of a dinosaur.” I gasped at the huge frame, I couldn’t even fathom how many feet it was, standing in front for display. My hands grabbed his palm, my heart too excited. Five years back, even then I didn’t go to visit places, except for the initial days in my life when I was too little and wanted just the park. It was the only place I had ever been to, as an outing. Never amusement parks, museums, or movies.

 

Except for once when I slipped out to go to the spring fair we had in town.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, that’s Carnotaurus.” My head whipped towards him in silent shock.

 

“You know their names?” He grinned at me, intertwining our hands.

 

“I have been visiting the place since I was seventeen. I have almost learned about most of the details of the things kept in here, reading them so many times.”

 

“That’s so cool.” I was never someone who could remember such details so much, I have never been a straight-A student, till the time I was in school. Culinary and music are the only places I have excelled, and reading books from classics to novels everything, which unfortunately I couldn’t do much, except the times I used to get the second-hand version of them, but school work has never been my forte.

 

“It's one of the fastest large theropods and almost 70 to 72 million years old.”

 

“What are these theropods?”

 

“A dinosaur clade with some physical characteristics of their type.” I nodded at him, starting at the huge thing. My eyes take in the physical features of that, from that giant head to the long tail.

 

“They were the only carnivorous on two feet and a pair of horns in the front.” He indicated to the front of his head and even though it was unclear if it had one or not, I absorbed in his words. “And their biting force is even more than the American alligators.”

 

“Heaven! That’s some force.” He chuckled nodding his head. We passed the place, strolling towards the huge paintings and the statues. The inside of the next hall room we entered, was beautiful, the walls were having large hanging of paintings from the mostly Victorian age.

 

The walls even hold some exceptional Korean art and ancient Egyptian paintings. My eyes took in a huge painting of a dinner sitting, consisting of around ten people on display. The lower part was having information regarding the painting.

 

“That’s a Roman Feast.” The painting was fascinating bringing out the spectacle so well.

 

“Do want to see something beautiful?” I nodded at him, too excited for that.

 

Grabbing my hands in his, we walked out of the place before reaching in front of a huge gallery. That was full of paintings as well. We passed the place, reaching a shadowed part of the museum. The lights were dimmed in the long aisle we walked down. The walls are chipped and old, painted in art some thousands of years old. The stony bricks were almost crumbling, and as I looked up, the ceiling was of the same material as the walls, but still better in condition.

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