Dabby: I knew that Damien had already tried to explain what was going on between him and the cute girl that appeared before the gate, but I kind of found it hard to believe. Given his past relationships and history with girls, he probably wasn't the type to keep a girl that pretty as just his friend. The way she was looking at him and the manner in which she hugged him tightly, had me so disturbed till I made my way to the cafe. I knew that I said that I didn't want anything to do with Damien any longer, but it hurt to see him with another. 'Why was I so complicated? Why couldn't I just stick to one decision?' I was having an even worse day already because of Damien and his pretty friend. When I got to the cafe, there were few people sitting to eat, and the third shift for the evening was just starting. Mrs. Carr was behind the counter supervising every necessary activity herself, and I just greeted her with a casual smile because I was a little disappointed. I wanted to talk
Damien: When I heard Gina say those words, I was pissed because she clearly was messing up with me. It was glaring that she still had thoughts of the past thinking that she could come back after three years and a half, with an attempt to walk back into my life like the way she usually did, even before I eventually found out about Jasper. I loved her too much."Do I look like a joke to you?" I turned to ask the moment she uttered bizarre words from her mouth, and she was looking at me with a pouting face. The same one she usually did if I got angry at her in the past. "Now I see that you still seem to be stuck in the past, with a clear situation of mental and intelligence degradation," I scoffed disgustingly, "Know this, and know it for good. I have a girlfriend, whom I very much love now. Secondly, I must not see you anywhere near my house, or else I'm calling the cops. And if you would like to know the new version of Damien, ask around or even from your boyfriend," I warned her
Dabby: I didn't know if that was the right approach to meet Mum and ask her about it, but I think that was the best way that I could have handled it. What I asked Mrs. Carr about, seemed to have jogged up everything in my memory. I remembered almost everything that happened. Mum dropped me off one night at a huge building far from where we lived, and she said that she was coming back with food and drugs for us. I had been sick for days, and we had nothing good to eat for almost three days. I knew we had no money at all and had even been chased out of our house for rent, but I still believed her anyway. Hours passed and she didn't come back, I began to cry while still sitting at the spot where she told me to sit, and never stand up till she would come back. I think it was at the window of the room for the caregivers there, but they came out to check out what was going on with a wailing child at the back of their window. That was the end of it. I became one of the children in the
Damien: I was really confused after I saw the picture that I saw with Dabby, because the young guy in the picture looked like me. But I could not remember being in that kind of space going up. The next thing that crossed my mind was going to check, if I still had some other pictures I could check to confirm. The bad part of everything after I searched my entire room, was the fact that I didn't have anything related to my childhood or mum. I knew I used to have them hidden somewhere, because Dad never wanted to see anything that belonged to Mum after she left. He burnt everything that belonged to her from pictures, frames, clothes, shoes, and everything that she owned. I had struggled to save some pictures for myself before he was able to clear the rest, but it was not easy to move around with them because he always made us go on unannounced trips. I got some from Aunt Adele when I stayed with her in China for a while, and it was so hard trying to hide the fact that I was still
Dabby: "What if I were already falling in love with your husband's son, Mum?" I asked her after she demanded to know what I meant by my answers, and she gasped silently the moment she turned to look at me on hearing what my reply was. "What..what did you say, Dabby?" She asked me with a shaky voice, and my face was so impassive in its expression. "I might love Damien," I repeated what I had said before in a different manner, and she shakes her head in disbelief before turning to slap me hard on the face. And the imaginative slap from Mum, jolted me to my senses and reality instantly. "Am I not talking to someone? You seem to have spaced out," Mum's voice was louder this time, and I was taken aback as I turned to look at her confusedly with my right hand still on face. 'Thank goodness it was just an imagination.'"I seriously have no idea about what I am saying. I am just frustrated about everything that is all," my mouth went dry in anxiousness, as I turned away from her sight
Dabby: I felt hurt by the way Damien acted, especially with the fact that we just settled a misunderstanding minutes ago. But there was no way that I was going to give another chance for a fight. I returned to the kitchen to pack every plate that we used, and put off the lights in the living room before going to Damien's room. He didn't lock his room when I tried to open it, and he was sitting on his bed looking so sad."Damien. You don't want to talk about what is wrong with you? I am here to listen to what you have to say," I took my seat on the chair that faced his bed, while trying to get him to talk to me. He appeared sad and suddenly distressed, which made me feel bad too. He wasn't answering, and just remained in the position where he sat. He looked like he was thinking badly too, and wasn't ready to reply to my questions. I wasn't going to give up either. "Damien. Aren't you going to talk to me? Come on. Say something……." "Can you please go, Dabby? We'll talk tomorrow,"
Damien: Talking with Dabby was fun after we went to our room to change our clothes, and talking about Gina to her wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. She just continued to smile to hide her jealousy, but I could see right through her cute face and just chuckled. I froze when I read that I had been dropped out of games at the semi-finals, before shock finally coursed through my entire body and settled in my heart. I didn't feel good about it at all, because it was the first time that I was trying something in a while and got disappointed. I wanted to go to my room and be by myself till I felt better the way I usually did, but Dabby seemed to have noticed what was going on with me and demanded to know. It had never been my place to tell anyone about how I was feeling before, so I just dismissed her idea to share and went upstairs. It was unexpected for me to see her enter my room again to placate me, and I did see it as a disturbance even if she was trying to help. My fear of
Dabby: The new good relationship between me and Damien had been making me so happy, and it felt like we have been friends all this while. Chatting all night was so good that I didn't feel sleepy at all, and even the next morning was so great to wake up without feeling tired. The playful talks we had in the kitchen made cooking even more fun, and It felt like Damien was the only reason why I now found the Anderson's home nice. Going to school was even nicer because I got to scream all I like while singing, while Damien just vibed to the song and laughed incessantly. It was so crazy to know that we could ever get that close, and be in the same space fighting or hating one another. I hung out with Mason throughout school while talking and laughing like before, but it wasn't the same way that I went along with it without thinking about another thing. While we ate lunch together, I couldn't focus on everything because Damien was in my head. When he texted to meet up after school,
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