My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Together once again



DABBY:

I just slouched to the car seat, and allowed my mind to wander aimlessly. I was really scared. Scared about what would happen. How I and Damien would live, now that our parents were back.

And also about the shredded pieces of paper that were locked in the wardrobe, I was slightly bothered about it too. I really wanted to ask mum about it, but I would have to arrange those pieces first and find something tangible.

Mr. Anderson came back that evening and checked up on me where I was taking a rest, which I was really grateful for. Shortly afterwards, I saw someone’s shadows around my room area and I could swear that it was Damien. He didn’t come inside and just waited for a while before leaving.

Mum came upstairs with a bowl of porridge that she made, and it was too bland in taste. I managed to eat a portion of it, so that she wouldn’t feel bad if I said I was not going to eat it.

She informed me that she wanted to make a full course meal for dinner, and I was scared that she might blow it bad since she had not made one before. We usually ate simple meals.

I insisted on joining her to cook and that I was okay so that everything would go well. She started with chopping the onions, cabbage, lettuce and all, while I started cooking already before she could even start.

“It is a relief I have a daughter like you. Even I, cannot pull off the dishes you prepare,” she commended, and put a chunk of chicken that she was cutting into my mouth when I wanted to smile.

As much as I was really angry that she left me for that long and wanted to rant, I really missed her too and longed for her warmth. Even if she usually hurt my feelings in one way or another, I couldn’t stay too angry because I knew that she loved me. She really did. I could always sense it.

While I and mum set the dining table, Mr. Anderson came to sit at the table, as he and mum had a brief cheek kiss. It was such a sight to watch, and they looked so loving. There was no doubt in their relationship.

Three of us had taken our seat around the dining table already, and it took Damien extra minutes to come downstairs to join. I said a short prayer afterwards, and we all started eating.

It was hard to focus on my food, because I wanted to keep looking at Damien to see the expression he had on his face. He started off as being picky with his food, and his dad scolded him that he should try to eat normally. That was when I discovered that he really couldn’t eat food well.

But as time went by with mum and Damien’s dad eating and chuckling over their meal, Damien eating seemed to get better the more he ate the food. I was watching him the entire time.

‘He seemed to like the food. He probably likes the food,’ I inwardly rejoiced happily.

The next moment he raised his head to carry the jug of water that was nearest, I quickly passed it to him when I noticed, and his fingers grazed mine as he collected it. It jolted me a bit, and he noticed something was wrong. We ended up looking into each other’s eyes.

I had probably lost my mind because I was getting more absorbed into the thoughts about Damien, and I knew that I probably was not okay anymore. It wasn’t easy to keep my eyes from looking at what he was doing. I was getting interested in everything he did

Dinner finally ended, and I packed all the used plates to the kitchen. I was about to start hand washing them, when mum came to meet me in the kitchen.

“There is a dishwasher you know,” she reminded me, and I realized that it was true. We didn’t have that in our own house, so it didn’t occur to me that I could use one here.

We both had a chat while I waited to hang the plates back to their racks, and she finally apologized for being so mean even when she should have been there for me.

She also didn’t forget to ask how the relationship was between me and Damien, and I told her that we were getting to know one another. To make it more believable, I also told her that we were paired together for a project, and that it was good.

‘Lots of things have happened in their absence, and they are all crazy stuff.’

“Do not forget your pills too. The right dosage,” Mum reminded me before I climbed the stairs.

I returned back to my room after I was done, and changed into my pyjamas after taking my bath. I took my pills, and laid on the bed to sleep for a long time. Probably because I had slept the entire afternoon, I was not feeling sleepy at all.

Damien was sticking stubbornly to my mind, and I was really jadded. I wanted to do something, and I suddenly got an idea.

Not minding what almost happened weeks ago, I stepped out of my room and took the backdoor by the other side of the house to the backyard, where the pool was located. The lights that decorated the pool made it a beautiful sight to behold, as I walked closer to the body of water.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I sat gently by the pool this time around and put my legs inside, instead of entering to swim in it. The cool feeling of the water gave me goosebumps, but I felt really refreshed by it.

And suddenly, I could see a bubble eruption in the middle of the pool. The next thing was a pop from beneath the water to my face, and I wanted to scream so loudly in fear of what it could be, as a strong hand held my mouth shut. The scent was familiar.

‘Why was Damien there?’

I opened my eyes a few seconds after, and those deep blue eyes were staring right at me. I couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong with me. Something was.

But he wasn’t smiling, and frowning real bad. He looked badly pissed too.

‘What have I done again?’


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