My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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 his face.

I could not even understand how my life had gone from being a freak and bullied, to a whore and cyber-bullied in just a few weeks. It was too much for my little heart to handle.

“I would make sure to bring the post down, and get the person that posted it,” Mason assured me severally, but his words weren’t even placating me in any way because everyone had seen the news already. It didn’t matter anymore.

“Do you know that the more you cry, the more your face gets fatter and never goes back to shape?” Mason uttered suddenly, and I raised my crying face which was initially buried in my palm to face him. It was quite a shock because I had never heard that before.

And to be honest, it kind of got to me because I couldn’t afford to get a face that keeps on getting puffy. I had a tiny face and yet my glasses would not fit well. It would be worse if it became that way.

“Who said that?” I sniffed while trying not to make a mess of my face in his presence, and he passed me a handkerchief almost immediately.

“I cried a lot too, when I was young. My aunt who was a dermatologist told me that, since I loved looking so good too. And since then, I wouldn’t cry any more even if things got tough. That was how I was able to keep this pretty face of mine,” he boasted with a cute smile, and I rolled my eyes funnily with a smile too

“I am going to check the internet. I do not believe that,” I sniffed as I looked at him suspiciously, ready to bring out my phone.

“Do you think the internet gives all the accurate information? If it was that way, then people wouldn’t have to practice some professions again because the internet knows everything. But this piece of information that I have given you, is a dermatologist secret,” he said to me and I smiled again and again.

His words kind of worked its way into my heart and made it better, as I collected the bottle of water he passed to me and gulped it. My eyes were really puffy already, and it got hard to see clearly.

However, someone with a familiar scent began to walk closer to where we were standing, that I knew who it was already.

‘Why do those steps look like the person was angry? Goodness. Was it news that made him that pissed? Why was he coming close?’

I quickly got my glasses and put them on immediately. Damien got to where we were, and I saw the look on his face which was quite a pissed expression. Mason was glaring at him too, and the meeting wasn’t a friendly one again.

‘Shit. What do I do?’

“I want to see you briefly,” he turned to me in an authoritative tone, and I hurriedly stood up so that nothing would happen between the two. I didn’t want to mess up everything.

“Sir down, Dabby,” Mason held my left arm and made me sit back, “If he is not polite enough to make you stand up on your accord, then there is no need for both of you to meet,” Mason continued.

“Get up, Dabby. This is only pertaining to both of us,” Damien commanded again, and Mason was still holding my arm to prevent me from standing up. I became confused and tensed up.

“Is there anything that you want?” I struggled to ask Damien, and he responded with a glare. He wasn’t joking, and I was still sitting.

“You do not get to treat her however you like, because she is a gentle soul. And for the mess that you made, are you even going to get it cleaned up?” Mason asked Damien in a derisive tone, and he was forced to reply to him.

“Anything that happens and whoever I wish to speak to, is not your business. Get out of my face, arsehole!” Damien shot back at Mason, who just gave a disdainful smirk, as he gazed at him still.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“And the fact that she is your stepsister gives you the right to disrespect her?!” Mason almost pushed Damien who was really coming closer to him like he was ready for a fight, which made my heart drop and shatter into pieces.

Mason ended up saying the angry words to Damien in the heat of the moment, the truth that I had promised him that no one would ever know. Though I had told Mason before he came to this school at all, there was no way that Damien would believe me ever. I was doomed.

At Mason’s words, Damien froze in the spot and paused, he directed a murderous look to where I was sitting. Mason too realized what he had said and just looked at me too, which became a dilemma for me instantly.

Damien just turned to leave our sight so angrily, and I knew that I was done for. There was no way that Damien wasn’t going to make my life hell in that house.

I couldn’t even hear Mason’s apology properly for spilling the bean, as my mind and head became blank already from the whole saga that had happened to me in just one day.

My hands and feets became numb and tired, my face pale as bleak, and my lips stiff. We both walked to the bus stop slowly this time, and I couldn’t even respond to any conversation.

It got Mason really bothered that I wasn’t being responsive, but there was no way that I could be any better at that moment. I decided to call mum again. So many things had happened already in their absence, and they needed to come back quickly.

“Abby, darling. I miss you so much. It is so lonely without you here. But guess what? This is the second country vacation already. We are in Cuba presently. I am having the time of my life,” she said happily and I frowned.

“You do not miss me and you do not need to lie about it. When are you coming back?” I tried to sound as angry as possible, even if I was truly angry but unable to show it.

“Sweetie. I am really sorry our vacay is taking this long. And I really do miss you. Are things going well between you and your brother?” She asked excitedly again, and it got me even more infuriated.

There was nothing to be happy about and she just kept squeaking. I figured out that nothing could make her give me the answers I needed at that point.

“We are doing great. Have a nice day too,” I said to her, and she quickly stopped me.

“Wait. I’ll send you more money, okay. Just have the best time of your life, and enjoy your youth,” she said as she groaned slowly and chuckled again, which made me hang up immediately, only to hear her moan silently before the phone went off.

I could not believe her.

She was having the best time of her life yet, her daughter was going home to get killed by her husband’s son. It became difficult to imagine how I and Damien would live peacefully in the same house for months, without things ending up bad for me especially.

‘Or maybe I could just run away and not go home for the remaining few days, till mum calls to inform me that she was ready to come back home. Maybe that would just be the best.’ I had so many thoughts that couldn’t help me think straight.

The truth was too hard to swallow, because I knew it wouldn’t even be easy. I had to plan an undetected return to the house to grab my clothes, and then get enough money ready to go stay at an inn or somewhere cheap.

I wouldn’t also go to school again for those days too, because it would still pretty much be the same fate. Then the school authority would call my mother after I miss school for days, and she would probably be forced to return back to the city, because I would put off my phone and make it unreachable.

Sounded like a perfect plan to be free from Damien’s wrath, and to get my mother and his father to return back home earlier than they planned.

And with my perfect planning after roaming around the town for hours, I could see myself standing in front of the gate that led to the compound. I couldn’t go anywhere. I did not have the bravery.

‘So, I would just die by Damien’s hands tonight.’