Damien POV:It was peaceful in the house till Monday morning, and I was quite surprised that Dabby left home so early. I hated that everything had to be like this, especially the part about being home with a clumsy girl, but it was much better than seeing dad around. I got ready for the day quite late, and decided to work on some projects on my laptop. I could peacefully do these things because dad is not at home, and I was having my freedom doing them without any shitty talks. He always thought I was a failure ever since mum left, and he had been trying to mold me into the man that he was. That he wanted. I only had two options: Study business administration and lead the company, or study medicine and take over grandfather's hospital as the director. I hated both courses even if it was going to pave my way to success, and dad was never going to hear of anything than what he wanted. It was glaring that even if I became what he wanted me to be, I would never be enough for h
Dabby: I watched Damien get more angry and angry with me, and I started to get the urge to cry already. I was really scared of him because of the way he was looking at me, and the manner at which he started to come closer. My entire body started to retreat in accordance with my brain signal even without my own permission, till my back was now resting on the wall and there was no place to move to any longer. Damien's huge body towered over my own body and he grabbed my jaw so harshly, as his blue eyes bored an invisible hole in me and I almost crumbled in fear. I held my breath so that he wouldn't hate me even more, but it was really hard to be so scared and not breathe at the same time. "Hear me out, four eyes. There is curfew in this house and you have to respect it. Anything after 9:00pm is a no, and you will sleep outside in the cold if you are a minute late. Is that clear?!" His voice ordered authoritatively, and I felt my breathe fly again with my eyes raised up to its
Dabby: "You got a new girl already?! Are you kidding Damien? Have you been two-timing?!" Madison rushed so many questions at him, and he just let out a derisive smirk and turned to her. "Do you know how disgusting it is to deal with you? Just a little breakup and you call the crowd. You really suck," he said to her face, and she could not hold her tears again. "So, who is your new girl? I am sure she cannot be any better than me! She would never be," Madison didn't give up still, and continued to shout and scream in anger. "You know what? I am sick of you, bitch. And that is why we are breaking up. I never want to see your face anywhere around me," he warned icily, "And also, for my new girlfriend. She doesn't have to be better than you. In fact, she might be a nerd, you know. A really innocent and clueless nerd," he emphasized on the last word, and continued to give me a very disgusting look. I hated that. Mason noticed what was going on between me and Damien, and just help
Dabby: 'I guess I couldn't just be the cool girl, ever. I could never be cool. Words would surely get to me and hurt me. And I couldn't even hide the hurt. I would break down too. That was who I was.' Mason spent so many minutes trying to console me where we sat, and I just continued to stare in the space of how someone would do such to me. I wondered what exactly I had done that would make someone post such derogatory statements about me. The headlines read: Dabby gets guard from new hot student, in exchange for sexual favors. Is she planning such a thing with Damien too? Ps: He mentioned a nerd being his next girlfriend. Maybe she isn't as innocent as cute as we thought her to be - A cute whore and bitch. The news I read over and over again was too much for me to handle, as I tried to remain unaffected by it throughout class but it was hard. Mason soon realized what had happened which got so many students talking, and he was very displeased with it from the look of
Damien: I had planned to break up with Madison on lover's day at school, and it worked out perfectly when she called again that morning, that she was in school already waiting for me. I left home a few minutes before school time, and got to the school park, to see her waiting there for me. She looked so happy to see me as she ran to hug me so tight, boasting that she knew I loved her too much not to talk to her for that long. I just smirked, and allowed her to do whatever she wanted to do."So what surprise do you have for me?" She giggled in excitement, and it made me chuckle more in maliciousness. The surprise I was about to give her was going to be too crazy to bear. "It's been two months since we started dating, right? And you seem to be the only one I have dated the longest," I pointed out facts one by one, and she was not cautious about the fact that something was about to go wrong. "Of course, Damien. I am the realest one amongst them bitches," She bragged with a signatur
DabbyAs I made my way into the house after opening the main door, my body trembled in fear so much of what would happen. There was no sign that someone could be in the house or not, as all the lights to the living room were turned off. My breath and hand became shaky as I put on the lights, to see that everywhere looked like no one had been inside, after I left in the morning. 'Was Damien out of the house?' My feets struggled to move themselves from the floor towards the stairs, so that I could just climb up and run to my room immediately to lock the door behind me. However, my peace was cut short after someone entered through the main door and shut it. I was just midway up the stairs. He looked so angry and vexed like someone that was waiting to pounce on his prey, as he gazed so angrily at me enough to make me wet my pants. I knelt down immediately and began to apologize. "I am sorry. Please, I didn't mean to …" "Shut the heck up, Dabby. And get over here!" He commanded, an
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
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