Damien: "Bryan! Are you out of your mind?! Were you going to kill her?!" I demanded from Bryan the moment I dragged him away from the scene into an empty laboratory. Xavier too followed, and kicked the door behind us. "Are you defending that bitch?! You defending that little kitty because I was trying to defend you? Are you fucking her?" Bryan tried to play the victim, and demanded answers to the questions that he was asking me in a very rude manner."And what if I was? Defending me or not, you were going to kill her if I had arrived minutes later. Did you see the way those students were gathered round to look at you?" I fretted, and Xavier was just telling me to calm down. He was the most gentle of us all, and I was closer to him. "So you want to mess your guy because of your fuck buddy? Is that how is it now?!" Bryan yelled aggressively again, and tried to come at me in anger. We never had any reason to argue in the past till the point of physical fighting, so he didn't know w
Dabby: The moment Damien made a promise if we could prove our relationship to him, made me wonder why he was going to such lengths to care if our relationship was real. It made me relieved honestly that he was doing that, because I could finally cancel the evil deed that he made me go through. Mason gave me the look that questioned if I was willing, as we had planned before when I agreed to be in a fake relationship. I knew he was my friend and wouldn't want to hurt me, and I had agreed without freaking out, that we could go cool lengths of skinship. Mason's lips touched on mine gently, and it wasn't as suffocating as I thought it would be, even if I intentionally held my breath. It was just a normal lip kiss, and it wasn't so weird. It however felt different from the one I had with Damien. I didn't get the spark. After we left Damien's sight, Mason apologized for doing that, and I said it was okay. I hugged him instead and thanked him for helping me get rid of Damien, long enoug
Damien: As for Madison, I sent her slutty videos and pictures from the club, with a screenshot that threatened that I was going to send it to her father. And also to the school forum. It wasn't usual for me to give someone another chance the second time, and it made me wonder if I was getting really calmer than before. If it were in the past, posters and fliers of her nude would be circulating the school hallways already. Bryan apologized to I and Xavier for being a jerk, and promised that he had told his mum who took him to a therapist. He and his girlfriend that were initially on a relationship break, finally came back together and things looked like they were going fine again. Things were the same at home, and it was still the same awkwardness between I and dad. Joanne was trying to be a good mum to me too, but I wasn't giving her any chance to do that. I stayed off Dabby's business as I promised, and it was getting really harder to communicate with her. We were not talki
Dabby"I cannot believe that we are going on an unnecessary vacation trip planned by you. The midterms are for relaxation, mum," I murmured continually as I carried a barbeque pan with me, while she carried the box that she had packed to the living room. "You will love it, dear. Your father's friend owns the vacation house, and we are allowed to use it as much as we like," she said with a brilliant smile, and I knew that her mind was made up. Anything I would have said would not matter any longer. "Is everyone going? Like everyone?" I asked again like I didn't know the answer to my question, and mum looked at me incredulously."What do you mean everyone? We all are going. You, me, Spencer and Damien. It is called family bonding, and it is what we need now. The midterms sped up the process," she gave me another coy smile again, and her confirmation ruined my mood even more, "Hurry up and bring your bags down. We leave in the next twenty minutes." I certainly couldn't imagine how it
Dabby: The journey even got worse for me when mum insisted that we traveled by road, when Mr. Anderson wanted to get flight tickets for everyone. She said the best part of road trips was when we were traveling by road, since the journey was just five hours to our destination. I could see the anger in his face when she established her own opinion, but she didn't even care about his expression. She got whatever she wanted most of the time, and it didn't matter what was going to happen after. Classic music played in the car all through as we traveled, with Mr. Anderson driving steadily on the road without any problems. Mum was enjoying the flow as she ate so much junk food in a few hours, while I was stuck at the back with Damien. He had earpods in his ears that probably played music, and wasn't minding anyone at all. You got that right, we were not talking. I was sitting close to the stepbrother that I kissed nights away, and he seemed to be so unaffected by it. He didn't even
DAMIEN:The shadow of her pretty face was close to mine, when I laid on the swim chair. I could smell the sweet fragrance of the berry juice she drank, and it seemed to intoxicate my senses. I pulled her head back immediately I realized that she withdrew, and those pretty heart lips caught my eyes. They looked so irresistible at that point. Her tongue and lips were in my mouth, and I kissed them passionately like I had longed for them. And it was true. I had. Probably since the day that we had a bump kiss, or even earlier than that. The one that happened a few days ago in the backyard of our house, was the alcohol that I drank controlling what I wanted. When I realized what I had done, I was too taken aback to talk about it immediately we broke from the kiss. I took advantage of my drunken state to leave her there without saying any words, and to also pretend like I didn't remember anything the next day. I felt so much guilt. I felt so bad for everything that I had done, that
Dabby: After Damien said that and I left to my room, I sat in front of the dresser mirror in the room and stared at it for a long time. Tears seemed to be lurking around my eyes, but they weren't coming out for reasons I could not explain. My heart was just hurting. I didn't know if it was because he said we shouldn't do something like that, or that it could never be us. Regardless of what he was pointing to or talking about, I felt so stupid and dumb. I felt bad for myself, and sad that I had let my guards down. 'Just how could I be so screwed? Why would I be attracted to my stepbrother of all guys? Why would things choose to go wrongly for me? Why?' I pondered so much in my heart, and was unable to sleep the entire night. I couldn't cry as I liked to let out my burden, and I couldn't feel any better too even if I tried. The feeling I had in my heart was so heavy, and it was really hard to sleep. I had done bad. It was a glaring fact that mum and Damien's father were now
Dabby: Ryder high."You came at the perfect time. I couldn't have asked for more," I said to Mason, when we made our way into the class. "Did anything happen between you too? The tension was quite intense when I came," Mason stated his observation, and I didn't say anything. There was too much tension between me and Damien, and they were about things that we could never tell anyone. "I don't know. He was trying to be a jerk for some reason, but everything is fine now. How is the cafe running? I feel so guilty for having to take days off for my family vacation," I said truthfully, diverting the topic of our talk from Damien and me. "Everything is fine, except that we missed you. You wanna hang out later? At an arcade? Play games together?" He asked me, and I nodded with a smile. As usual, I was announced as the person who was first in every test we did in class, and the sneers that people passed to me weren't as glaring as I expected. Everyone had probably learnt how to accept
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