My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

“Where the fuck are you going to?!” I heard Damien’s voice yell from behind, and I flinched immediately as my legs came to a halt.

I turned back to look at him and he was really pissed, which made me wonder what I had done again. I was too tired and stressed to even answer his question, because I needed my remaining strength to remain sane throughout the night.

“Get into the car,” He ordered gently, and walked over to enter through the driver’s seat.

I just watched sluggishly in the way I could towards the car, and struggled to open the door of the car because I was holding my drugs in the good arm. He just acted like he didn’t realize that I was struggling. I hated everything.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

I decided to drop the packaged nylon on the car first so that I would open the door, and he pushed the door open from inside probably when he realized that I was going to take forever.

The drive was really silent and I could even barely breathe, as I prayed desperately in my heart for peace. I was too emotionally exhausted for more drama, and I decided to make up my mind about living as a member of the Anderson family.

I would just have to discuss it with Mum if she returned back from her love trip, that I wanted to go and complete my education at aunt’s. Living with Damien longer than I have done, could end up killing me.

In less than two weeks of living together as a family, I had suffered physically, mentally and emotionally. My life had taken an uninteresting turn, and it was too painful to handle the aftermath. I didn’t want to take it anymore.

I laid still on my bed throughout the night finding it hard to sleep, because I kept having raging headaches that kept me up. Maybe it was the pressure I had in me that made me that way, because the next morning was even harder.

It was really hard trying to bathe myself, wash my hair and even put on my clothes, because I had to go to school regardless of what happened the previous day.

There was no way I wanted to stay at home, even with how I was feeling. Without Damien’s help, I had planned my day.

I packed my hair in a style that covered my plastered head, and wore a really big sweatshirt that would conceal my cast. Breakfast would be at the nearest cafe shop, and I would call a cab to pick me to school.

By the time I stepped out of my room fully dressed with the assurance that Damien would still be sleeping, he was sitting on the largest in the living room which startled me. I became confused because I didn’t know what to do or say, and just made to leave through the door since we had no business with one another.

“You are going to school like that?” I heard his voice inquire as I turned to see if he was really talking to me.

“Unhm. Yes,” I replied quickly, and stepped out of the house before he would get angry that I didn’t do something right again.

My body was aching so badly all over, and I wanted to cry so much. On my way to eat breakfast, I lost my appetite and just called a cab. My will to be happy was lost, and I felt like dying. Mum wasn’t even calling.

I got to school quite early only to realize that Damien’s dad had called me the night before, with my phone on silent mode throughout. Without any idea of what to do, I wondered if I should call back or just ignore it.

On my way to class after the bell for first period rang, I was struggling to walk because I felt so weak. It seemed like the article that was posted had been deleted too, and no one was giving me that bad look again except the creeps.

I started to regret coming to school, when I should have just stayed at home regardless of whatever happened. Someone suddenly grabbed me from behind, and I screamed.

“You bitch! Tell me exactly what you were doing with Damien last night!” I heard the bitter voice as soon as my hair was grabbed, and I yelled louder than I have ever done which took her and her friends aback. My body felt like it was being disassembled.

Madison flashed the phone before my eyes, and It was a picture of me and Damien from the pharmacy last night. Someone had probably seen us and taken the pictures. My head became blank. I became more tired.

“Can you not answer me?!” Madison demanded furiously from me, still dragging my hair, as one of her friends hit my head from behind in malice. I lost my last strength.

And on the floor I collapsed immediately, as the girls became scared and let me go. They asked what they had done to make me be like that in fear, and I could hear nothing but muffled screams and talks. I had become too empty in me. I wanted forever peace. Not my soul.