My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

Dabby’s actions continued to remain puzzling to me, even after I returned to my room for the night. For a second, I thought that she was going to do exactly what I had pictured her doing, but she remained stuck on a spot after she leapt on her toes.

She was just staring at me and it was really annoying that I pushed her off my lane, and entered the house immediately. It honestly took me aback for a few seconds.

Maybe because I had envisaged what I thought she wanted to do, and that she didn’t end up doing made me feel kind of disappointed. It was a feeling I just felt, and I hated.

It wasn’t a big deal to kiss a girl, but I had never imagined it with someone like Dabby. And when she got into a position that made me assume, thoughts that just came from nowhere considering the incident we had a few days ago. Everything just became really annoying.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Considering that I was really pissed off about the entire issue, it made even living together as a family of four harder. I wanted to just move out of the house, and stay away from everyone if it was possible.

The next day at school felt kind of tiring, because there was nothing new to do. Teasing the scary-cat nerds at school wasn’t even fun anymore, and I felt really lost. Talking to my friends with their girlfriends around mad it really annoying.

Madison came to meet me at my hangout during lunch break, and threatened that I would regret not taking her back. She crossed the line by saying some words that were really rude, and I dragged her hair so harshly and closer to me.

“If you ever mess with me again, Madison. I would make sure you never set your foot into this school, and relocate from this town. All your dirty hidden secrets will be washed out for all to see!” I threatened as I squeezed her hair even tighter, making her yelp in pain. I sure knew many ways to her weakness.

She ended up being the receiving end for my anger and frustration, and she had started to cry even before I released roughly to the floor.

“Behave darling. Accept the breakup and move on. That is the best thing you can do to hold on to the little you have,” I said in a disparaging voice, stalked past her immediately and out of the school building.

I entered my car and drove out of the school so angrily, and crashed at some place till evening while ignoring my friends call.

And like that the days went on and on without failing, and it got much harder living in my home. The only comfort I had was my bed, making games and playing games with my favorite online opponent.

I was probably going to have to swallow my pride, and ask for an audience with the DAYNNE because he was really a good player. Even more than I have ever thought myself to be.

‘It would definitely be a guy.’

It was the weekend already after days of Dabby not being in school, and we just had to still see each other because we are living in the same house. Regardless of what dad would say how he would throw fits, I decided to remain in my room for breakfast that morning.

I was almost done with the new features I was designing for my game, and I decided to round off everything before I would start preparing for my pitch.

Someone knocked on my door while I was working, and when I finally got ready to open the door after minutes had passed, a well packaged food was hanging on my door.

Even if I was still pissed off about everything, I hoped it would be Dabby’s cooking because it now seemed like the only food I could eat without feeling nauseous. And it was. It really pleased my heart to know that I could finally eat without bothering too much.

Towards afternoon, thinking it would be a peace check finally because dad always left the house, he phoned me to come down for lunch and that he would break my door if I didn’t. I could not afford to allow Dabby know that my family was a hot mess, so I did as I was told.

Sitting at the dining table with Dabby right across my direction was so weird, because there was some kind of wrong definition that was going on between us. To me, we could never never be siblings, friends or worst of all, lovers. Yet, there was something.

I just hoped it would be a silent dinner where we could eat peacefully to fulfill all righteousness, but dad suddenly asked Dabby about the course she was planning to major in, and it was perfectly what he had been wanting for me.

He started to commend her brilliancy and choice of a future career, and I already knew where it was going to lead to. He didn’t disappoint either, but he took it too far.

His words didn’t usually matter to me anymore regardless of what he would say, but I was pained because he chose to bring it up as a subject before his new wife and Dabby.

It made me furious and mad that I wanted to flip the dining table over with everything on it, and ruin everyone’s day the same way Mr. Anderson had ruined mine.

I just turned to leave immediately, and walked into my room to change my clothes. I was leaving the house for the weekend, and would be back by Sunday night when I would have had my peace.

In a few minutes, I picked a piece of cloth, MacBook, some necessities, and stormed out of the house after I was done.

The next thing I noticed was someone running behind me as I wanted to enter my car, and the scent was surprisingly familiar to my senses.

It even angered me so much to know that she went after me, because it made me more embarrassed of myself and my father. It was as though we had made a fool of ourselves.

“Damien, please wait,” she called hurriedly but I ignored her and entered the car, ” I am sorry for what happened inside,” she apologized and that was the straw that broke the camel’s which made me come out angrily.

‘She was sorry? Sorry? Why was she sorry? Was that pity that I sensed?

“You are sorry?! Why are you sorry? Why?!” I yelled at her so angrily, and she was just standing on that spot with a startled expression.

“For everything. Everything that has been has been happening till now,” she said again, and it made me more pissed. It bruised my ego to know she saw me at my worst. That she knew too much about me already. How messy everything was.

“You! I hate you so much, even more than I ever do now. Ever since you came into my life, it has been more miserable than you think. If you are really sorry and you want to make amends, leave with your mum, and disappear from my life! Leave, so that I don’t ever have to see you again!” I yelled at her face to vent, but she had this sorry look on her face, as she looked at me which drove me bonkers. I wasn’t feeling any better.

“No, that is not want I mean. I just want you to know that I see what you do, and you are really good at it. You don’t have to pleas……….”

“Shut the fuck up. What do you know?! What do you know? First you apologize, give me pitiful looks, and then you give me motivational talks by acting like you know it all?!” I suddenly got so aggressive, and grabbed her by the sensitive part of her collarbone which made her wince in pain.

“Damien…. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you or give you pitiful looks,” she apologized again with pain in her eyes, as she struggled not to release the tears in her eyes.

She was looking straight into my eyes as she pleaded, and the color of those eyes seemed to linger somewhere in my head. I let her go almost immediately, still in rage, and she darted to the back because of the force by a few meters.

“Get out of my face, Dabby. I never want to see you. And even in school if we cross parts, then it is over for you. I would make you so tired and miserable that you would want to drop out. Just stay out of my sight forever, and do what you do best; Hiding!” I threatened menacingly with a stoic expression on my face, and turned to leave instantly.

‘Now I would be back to the old Damien.’