Damien: The moment I talked about doing the project together with Dabby, she became so flustered and rushed out of the room almost immediately. "I want to go get water!" I heard her mouthing down the stairs, as she hastened her steps. It made me snicker at her clumsiness. Observing how flushed she was earlier while staring at the movements of my hands on my body, made me realize even how much of a nerd she was. It wouldn't even take so much to have her wrapped in my beautiful web. I stood in the mirror and stared conceitedly at myself, wondering if I was still in one piece and not totally broken. I had really good looks, a hot smoking body without much workout, and I've got a wealthy dad. It was everything to make me feel good. I wore a pair of free black shorts and matching sweatshirt, and sprayed a different cologne from my usual one over my body. As I hairdry my hair to dry off all the water, a message popped on my phone and it was Xavier. He was complaining that he got pai
Dabby: My eyes could not shit its lids the entire time I laid on my bed trying so hard to sleep, and I also couldn't afford to toss around so that I wouldn't make any noise. There was no way I could even close my eyes. All I would see was Damien's face. When I went back to meet him and he said that we could do the assignment together, I was really surprised because I didn't expect that from him. He had made it clear that he didn't want any close interaction with me, and it made me wonder what changed his mind and made him act that way. I kind of chickened out and went to drink water to calm my nerves. When I returned back up the stairs, I wanted to make sure he was dressed already before I entered. However, he noticed and looked pissed already when he saw me peeping. He asked what the project was about, and I took my time to explain with the best of my knowledge. There was a high probability that he wasn't listening in class, or even have any idea of what the project was ev
Dabby: I woke up with a huge headache on Monday morning, and it felt like I was probably dying. The pain was too much to handle, so I swallowed a large amount of painkillers when I woke up at dawn. My body was burning so hot, and my head was banging so bad. It felt like my body was ripped to pieces, and soaked with a dosage of pain. It was so bad. 'How could I not get that sick?' The thought of what I had seen at our old home surprised me, and I wondered what the shredded piece could be about. I had gone there with the hope that I would feel better from the trouble I had left with, but came back even with a worse concern. I picked so many pieces of shredded papers that I could find, and packed them into my bag with a big question mark in my head. When I returned back home, I didn't even mind if I would run into Damien and just stormed to my room. I brought out every piece from my bag and scattered them all over the floor, to see if I could arrange them and make sentence
DAMIEN: It wasn't a big deal with what occurred between me and Dabby, but I hated that such a mistake would happen between her and I. Worst of all, it wasn't even a proper kiss and it still really felt so weird. In some ways, I could not explain. I had my bath as soon as I entered the room, and scrubbed my lips clean for so long in front of the mirror. I changed my clothes too and wore a matching shoe. I just drove out of the house after almost an hour had passed by, and went skating by myself in a faraway place. I came to town after a few hours had passed, and checked at the gym for an hour to work out. When it was almost night already, I went to one of my favorite clubs around, to meet any new girl who would match my energy. Though I was trying to hit it off with a new girl I met at the club, it was kind of difficult to flirt easily with her the way I normally did with girls. She made the first move to kiss me and I was feeling so irked by it, which made me push her away immed
Dabby: I woke up a day later after they had flushed out the excess dosage of drugs that I had taken, which helped me feel so much better. It was still so unbelievable for me to see mum back and around me, that it kind of felt like she was a stranger. Mr. Anderson came back to check on me too, while mum remained around to assist me and keep my company. The only person I didn't see was Damien. That jerk. During my stay in the hospital, I knew I was losing my mind probably because I felt sick. All I could hear in my head was Damien's voice, and his face kept appearing before me. He didn't come around, but I could even see him more than I saw mum. His image became stuck in my mind in some kind of addictive way, that I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. It was putting some kind of fear in me, but I concluded that it was as a result of drug overdose. While we returned back home from the hospital in mum's car, she asked me what happened to my head. She said she noticed
Damien: Dad came back home with the boxes they had taken on the trip, and we barely even talked like people who had not seen each other in days. He called Joanne to know if there was anything that she would need, and that was how I knew that Dabby had been transferred to another hospital under dad's family name. He asked if I would like to go and see how she was doing, but I rejected the offer saying that I wanted to do an assignment. The thought that I actually left her home without caring to know if she was okay, haunted me in some kind of ways. 'She could have died.' My mind constantly whispered to me and I scoffed aloud. They came back home and it wasn't hard to hear from my room, because the house had become more rowdy with everyone back home. I knew I was going to hate it so much, because Dad was going to have so much to talk about. It was time for dinner already, and I knew that it would be a family dinner which we have not had in months. In the past, we usually ordered f
Dabby: My actions keep disturbing my head, and all I could feel was heavy mortification the more I thought of it. It was hard to understand in my head why I did that, and what was causing me to do that. One thing I knew was for sure; I had gone crazy. I was on my way to meet Mason as promised the next day after school hours, because I was given a three day leave from school to recover. I was feeling better from the usage of pills and the shots I received, which was an ascertainment that I was good to go. Being home alone wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, because I got to watch movies, play loud music and eat as I liked. The only downside about it, was what I had been trying to avoid ever since; Missing classes. But it was already inevitable because of what happened, and I just had to enjoy the moment while it lasted. There was no mum, Mr. Anderson or Damien. It was just me alone. I tried to arrange the pieces of the paper that I found at our old home, and it was much
Dabby: Avoiding Damien for the next few days was going to be easy, because of how things were. I wasn't going to school, and I usually went downstairs after everyone had left the house. I took strolls in the evening to the cafe to help Mason out, as the new part-timer at the cafe. His mum hired me immediately he told her over the phone, and he also did the paperwork that documented me as an employee. The entire week for school was gone already, and mum suggested that I resumed the next week instead of a day to weekend. I also talked to her about my new job, but she didn't seem too pleased. "Darling. You said you wanted to study medicine, or nursing science. Aren't working jobs going to distract you from your studies? I mean I can give you the money you want if that is a problem," she tried to cajole me with her sweet and seductive words, but I wasn't going to fall for it even if I knew that she wanted the best for me."I'll be fine mum. It is just in the evenings, and I can st
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