My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

“So about not having classes, I know that it is a lie. You said you hate studying, so it wouldn’t be any surprise to see your skipping class,” I diverted the direction of the talk immediately.

“Fine. I don’t want to go to class. I mean it has only been a few days, but I am sick of school already,” he complained.

“Go on. Take notes, so that I can write from yours too. Then we can study together, later,” I urged him, and he had a sneer in his face like he was about to puke.

“Nah. No studying together. Just fun,” he disagreed.

“Of course. No studying. But please go and take the notes first. Thank you……” I urged him to stand up, and he reluctantly turned to leave.

I couldn’t afford to miss any important notes and classes, because I could never ask any other person for theirs. There was no one to even ask.

And I also had to ace all my courses, so that I would be able to get into the university faster. To study the course of my choice; Medicine.

“Rest well, okay,” he called to me the moment he was almost at the door.

“Of course, I will,” I assured him, and immediately put down the drape of the hospital bed. Mason was the only person I could rely on.

I was able to drift into a long sleep again after Mason left, and it really rejuvenated me to life after so many restless nights. I was discharged at the end of the day after school closing hours, and Mason was already waiting with a cab outside the school building.

“I don’t think you should come to school tomorrow considering how messy you are. Just tell your parents and rest at home,” Mason advised.

“It is really going to be boring, and the nurse said that I can do fine by myself. I think I am good to go,” I argued, knowing that I never wanted to stay home alone. It was sickening even though I wanted to avoid Damien at all cost.

Instead of going home straight, I had a change of mind and decided to visit the arcade after the cab dropped me home. I wanted to play games for a long time and forget all my worries.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

When I got there and took my seat, I decided to play a duo game that I had been playing for a while. I had my username as DAYNNE.

I was really good at the video game which was quite a popular one, and I had played with quite a number of people as DAYNNE, even from school. No one knew it was me, and it was better that way. They often praised gaming skills.

‘You are online today. It has been quite a while.’ I saw the message pop on my user message, and I smiled. It was one of my toughest opponents, SMILEY. We often played against one another and I often won against the user so many times. Smiley usually never gave up.

‘Yeah. Ready to get beaten?’ I typed, and it was replied with a mischievous smiling emoji.

‘I will do the beating,’ SMILEY texted back.

We started playing for minutes, and I was finding it hard to navigate properly with my second hand. I was still doing it well though, but Smiley was really putting in so much more effort than usual.

After a thirty minute duel against one another, Smiley won. The second time against me after so many games together. I just laughed so loudly when Smiley sent the mockery emoji. It was so funny.

I logged out after we were done with the first round, and got ready to leave the arcade. I wanted to shop for groceries since the refrigerator was almost empty, and also have dinner at a nearby restaurant before going back home.

When I was done with everything that I wanted to do, I made my way back home with so much hope. I wanted to be happy at all costs, and I was trying to do that. As soon as I entered the house using my key, Damien was sitting on one of the luxurious couches in the living room like he was waiting for me.

It was odd for him to be downstairs and not in his room, and I really didn’t know how to act in that kind of situation. He had said we do not exist in each other’s worlds, so it was better to ignore him like he didn’t exist. His voice halted my feet on my way to the kitchen.

“Do you think it is unfair?” He suddenly asked, and I looked at him cluelessly. I wanted to know what he meant.

“What?” I almost stuttered.

“What do you mean, what? All these. Breaking an arm, tearing a skin, becoming a subject for gossip, Madison’s prey, and lots more,” he explained further with a grouchy voice, and I almost shook my head. It was too sad. Too sad for me to bear.

“No,” I let out an inaudible voice, and he snickered. He knew I was lying.

“That is what you get from associating with Damien Anderson. That is what you will experience, getting involved with me. So, just get your bags, phone your mum and get the fuck out of this house, if you want a peaceful life like before. Get my dad to divorce your mum!” He stated bitterly, and I raised my eyes which were looking downwards initially, straight to his own eyes.

‘He just had to be mean till the end of everything.’