Hi readers. This entire chapter had been a lot for Dabby to face. I wonder, if she would be able to handle everything coming for her. What do you think?
Dabby: I might have wanted to be unconscious for a longer time, or better still fall into a coma even if it wasn't something to hope for. But I was too stressed out of my mind. Everything had become really exhausting, that I didn't want to try anymore. By the time I opened my eyes hours later after collapsing, I was lying on one of the beds in the school infirmary. An IV was passed to my arm, and it seemed like my arm had bandaged all over again. The pains I was feeling before were all gone, and everything just felt like nothing had happened at all. Except for the fact that my head almost split open the previous day, and the fact that I was lying on a hospital bed instead of sitting in class. There was no one around and it really felt so lonely and sad, because it was too painful to feel like no one even cared if I died. The patience my hope had was wearing thin, and I couldn't imagine living this kind of pathetic, ostracized life too in college. I let my thoughts get to me th
Damien: Seeing Dabby back home after she spilled the truth to her friend was really infuriating, and I was thinking of possible ways to deal with her so much. I wanted her to realize that she shouldn't have messed with Damien Anderson. I had to be out all afternoon so as not to stay outside for too long, but she didn't come back home so quickly after I was back, making things even worse for both of us. Seeing her made me so mad, that I threatened her that I could do so many things to her. The manner at which she acted when she entered the house even made me more pissed, and totally clueless to what I would do to her at that point. She looked terrified, like someone who had seen some ghost. I ordered her to come over to where I was standing, but she knelt down on the stairs and was begging. Even the way she was profusely crying and apologizing made it all frustrating. I just decided to leave before I did anything stupid that I would end up regretting, after yelling all I could to
Dabby: It was after I returned to my room and sat on the bed, that I realized what I had said to Damien. Even though I knew that it was the truth and that we could really be stuck with one another till the end, I shouldn't have said anything to Damien. "You shouldn't have said it, Dabby. You shouldn't!" I scolded myself and stood up from the bed to pace around the room, wondering if that would even make him hate me more. My mind flashed back to the look he gave me when I said that, like I didn't even exist as someone reasonable before him. He just stood up and left the scene immediately. It was disheartening to know that I was trying my best to honor his wishes, and getting him to like me, but I was even doing it wrongly and getting things worse. 'But, I was so sick of hearing and knowing that he wanted us to leave. That he didn't like being family, as much as I hated it too. We really have a choice.'"You are fine, Dabby. You've got this. You can do it. You can survive even
Dabby: I left the school premises but did not want to go home, which left me with the decision of visiting the main town to do whatever I liked. I got an idea after I saw the huge cinema in front of me the moment I dropped from the bus, and quickly paid for a ticket so as to watch the next movie . It was fun to watch and I spent more than two hours at the cinema, that I had temporarily forgotten the problem I had left behind in school. After the movie ended, I walked into a random mall I saw, to pick out some nice outfits for myself since it had been a while since I went shopping. I approached the makeup session after realizing that I didn't have any makeup for myself, and picked out different colors of lipstick, eye shadow and nail polish. I picked some hair products too, and anything I felt like I needed. After I was done shopping, I went to a park and spent the rest of the day there till evening, eating and scrolling through the internet. By the time I was ready to go home
Damien: The feeling was different when I got to school after Dabby had left home, and it felt like so many curious eyes around had questions for me. Though no one was approaching me because of the fear, my friends were the first to ask me about her. "You dating the nerd girl your girlfriend bullies? That's some crazy shading for her," Bryan laughed so derisively, at the fact that the news flying around would hurt Madison's ego. "Shit is crazy. The students' chat room is blowing up. The girls said they would rather you date girls with a standard than that girl. I think Madison is doing the major stir, since she isn't the victim anymore," Xavier added, as he continued to scroll through his phone and laughed out loud at anything that was funny. "No man. How would you expect me to go for that clumsy girl?" I finally cleared the air with both of them, as I took a sip from the wine I was taking. We were sitting in our own personal space in school and chilling. "The girl is going to b
Dabby:I do not know where the idea came from as I continued to say whatever came to mind, when I knew that I could not take it any longer. I had to say something to clarify the relationship between I and Damien, before the last straw of pressure from everyone breaks the camel's back. I didn't know how, but everything became settled in that manner and I was proud of myself. Mason signaled to me from where he stood, and that was what finally pushed me to continue talking. I was tired of being a pitiful person to him. "Oh Dabby, I am so proud of you," he commended and smiled after I went over to meet him, and we both walked to the classroom together. The news about the truth I told everyone, had spread so fast."I am finally glad that I can have a normal life back. Thank you for your support, Mason," I appreciated him genuinely with a smile, and he patted my head. If I didn't have anyone who supported me to be honest, I would have been thrown off by everything that had happened
DABBY: The remaining days at school became so tiring for me, knowing well that Damien was my partner for the social interaction project. It was really going to be difficult because it required a good amount of talking, comparing, contrasting and even other things. We would also choose a movie to watch, and separately write our own view about what we had learnt. That would also be submitted alongside our report. I had been chosen with an entirely wrong person, to do a project that was supposed to be fun. There were so many things that the project entailed in detail, and I wouldn't be able to complete even the guest stage with Damien. He hated me, and he would certainly make it difficult for me to pass. So many girls were wondering among themselves who got to pick Damien's name, and there was certainly no way that I was going to own up to it, after a dramatic morning. The only person I could tell was Mason. "This is really bad. You also need an A in this course to make a perfect
Damien: With the weird arrangements in choosing a partner for the social project, the only person that occured to my mind never to be paired with was Madison. It was a glaring fact that she would suffer fully for the consequences of her actions, and we would both get an F. After school hours were over, I ditched my friend's idea to hang out together and went for a long drive. After I had driven round the city so many times, I finally gathered my thoughts and stopped by at a cafe to eat something since I had not been eating well for a while. As I entered with the expectation to sit at my favorite spot which was always unoccupied, I was quite disappointed to see that a lady had taken the spot which made me turn away immediately. I reluctantly took the next seat in sight, and sat down immediately to start my job. I ordered cake and cookies to start with, but found it hard to eat after taking a few bites. My stomach was really empty, but I was finding it hard to eat. I request
Writer's POV 'Would it end that way?'"Why are you crying, Dabby? What is wrong?" Damien who was so startled to see Dabby in that manner asked her, as he was still trying to process her word and what it meant. He probably understood and recollected very fast, the fact that he thought he had seen someone who looked like her at the event the previous day. The person she seemed to be referring to, was the only person he had been with the entire time. "Hi, Dabby. I'm Akeelah, Damien's Mum," the woman who was luxuriously dressed in a nice blue dress introduced herself. "Damien's Mum?" Dabby's shaky voice asked when she heard what Akeelah said. It cleared the whole misunderstanding about the beautiful mysterious woman that has been his mother all along. ..~``~.. • ..~``~.."I didn't know that she was your Mum," Dabby uttered slowly in her words, as she walked side by side with Damien towards the field of her huge school. She was thankful in her heart that she had not thrown unreasonabl
Writer's POVThe drive to the airport was a messy one with Dabby not talking to her mother throughout, even till the point that they were to enter into the plane and leave for the city. It was a rough patch. While Dabby went to the bathroom to go and organize herself after her profuse tears, Joanna did one last thing by intentionally dropping Dabby's purse where her phone was at the airport. To her, it was the best way to sever ties between her daughter and her ex-husband's son. When Dabby realized that her phone was gone for good and not in her box, it was when they arrived at their destination and she wanted to text Damien. She asked her mother about her missing phone, and Joanna vehemently denied that she didn't see her phone. It caused her so much pain to know that she had lost contact with Damien, and even caused both the mother and daughter a good relationship. The tension between them was hard to wade off.It was tough for Damien to finish the night without Dabby, and the h
It was past evening already, and Mum could finally affirm that I looked perfect enough to go for prom. Mason came around to pick me up at home in a car, and he was looking so stunned by his expression when he saw me. Yeah, I knew I was killing it. It was more stares, jaws dropping, astounding looks, and more expressions that I couldn't decipher, the moment I made my way into the prom hall with Mason holding my hand. There were so many things to look forward to, that I made sure to leave my pains down at the door of the hall. The party mood kicked in almost immediately with nice music, and there were glasses of champagne rolling in everywhere and there. I was laughing and talking with my Mason and his friends, when Amelia, the girl who won the valedictorian of our set came to drag me with her. "And shall I and the most outstanding of the set take a dance together," she flashed a smile at me, and I took her hand in pleasure as we both started to dance together. She was always sec
Dabby: "Oh, dear. You look so beautiful in this dress. So gorgeous," Mum complimented as she adjusted the design on the red dress I was wearing, and I smiled brightly in delight as I looked through the mirror. I looked so astounding more than I could have ever thought that I would look, which made Mum's job for everything so commendable. She had taken more than an hour to style my hair to perfection, and another hour to make my face up. Looking at myself over and over again in my new complete look, made me realize that I was looking more like my mother. The facial features were outlined to look like hers, and I was beginning to have the same accentuated body as hers. "Who is your date?" She inquired to know. "I don't know. I've got quite a lot of asks to prom," I told her truthfully. And I didn't expect the numbers that increased before and after we finished our valedictory. More than I ever thought I'd ever get."You are like a mini-me. How can you be so pretty?" Mum commented
Damien I never knew we could ever be this good, or even be so close to the extent that your absence would affect me. I mean, when I knew that we were going to be siblings, it almost drove me crazy. I was sick, and I was sad. Who would I tell? I wondered. Then I remembered that I didn't have anyone to tell which made me think it would get better. But you hated me so much which made things so hard for me, and I swore to avoid you at every cost even if it was hard. I have thought of running away so many times. Maybe to where no one would see me again. It was so hard to understand you, and the kind of person you were in school, made it a lot harder for me. But the day we had our first bump kiss, I began to struggle with my emotions. And maybe it had even started before that. I could now see you everywhere in my head, and craved to see you more often than I have ever done. I was scared too. What if Mum found out that I was crushing on my brother? But then things picked up pace, and
Dabby: I rushed out of my room barefooted and ran across the hallway we shared to Damien's room, only to realize that the door had been locked and he was out of the house already. As much as I was trying to remain organized, my heart was failing me and I could feel tears burn my eyes. My feet ran as fast as they could down the stairs to the kitchen to confirm if he was really gone, and there was no sign of Damien either in or out of the house. I was trying to call his number too, and it was unreachable. "Oh, dear. I hope this is a prank. I really do," my breath shuddered as I said the words, and ran back into my room trying to relax my nerves. I wanted to believe that I had seen wrong or it was probably a mistake. 'Maybe for an ex-girlfriend,' I comforted myself as I sat in front of the mirror, trying to wear the latest brand of lipstick I just got for myself. As I ran it slowly over my lips, my breath could not keep calm and my hands were shaking too. I ended up smudging it ov
Dabby:I was startled when I watched Damien's dad make his way into the house, because there was no way that I could ever have expected to see him there. My mind darted to Mum immediately, and disappointment filled my heart that she must have gone through her threat. Watching him and Mason's Mum talk back at one another, made me realize that Mrs. Carr had been keeping too much for the past years. It made me understand why Damien had always been wary of his dad, and why he always thought he wasn't a good man.'Why was he desperately trying to hide him from the only family he had from his mother's family?' He threatened to have Mrs. Carr locked up if we didn't follow him back home, and we had no choice but to do that because Damien didn't want any problem for his Aunt. We were both mute throughout the journey back home, while I pondered endlessly on whom it could be that exposed us. Damien's dad seized the car keys the moment we got home, and told us that we should drop out phones
Damien: I have loved every day of the week with Dabby so far, and it has been fun even though I had not admitted it to her. Her words of encouragement did something in my heart, and I could see myself pushing for my second challenge. Getting help from her directly had been so great, and it amazed me that she was so intelligent and well-versed in so many things. She did so much research, made a list of people's answer surveys about games to me, and even taught me her smart gaming moves. Getting to talk to her about so many things made me understand her more, and it made me open up about so many things I probably have been wishing to tell someone too. She showed me her childhood pictures and talked about her life journey, while I had no pictorial memories from the past to show her. It was fun to do so many things with her and communicate on a different level than I have ever talked to someone before. Even the one time that I was emotionally invested in my relationship with Gina, I
Dabby: "What is that between you and Damien?" Mum asked the moment we both made our way into my room, and I feigned ignorance immediately like I didn't understand what she was talking about. "What are you trying to say?" I asked with a calm demeanor, and she frowned when she saw my expression."Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about because I see everything so clearly! Have you been sleeping with my husband's son?!" She demanded in a raging voice, and I turned to look at her with a shocked expression. 'How could she just accuse me like that?' 'And are you even sure that he is still your husband? You are having a fallout already, and it is hard not to notice," I asked calmly while trying not to be offended by her words, intentionally excluding the part that I had heard of their conversation weeks ago. She looked so shocked after I mentioned their marital fights, probably because she didn't expect me to just be straight with her."Don't talk about our marriage. It is o