My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Damien’s POV

Seeing Dabby back home after she spilled the truth to her friend was really infuriating, and I was thinking of possible ways to deal with her so much. I wanted her to realize that she shouldn’t have messed with Damien Anderson.

I had to be out all afternoon so as not to stay outside for too long, but she didn’t come back home so quickly after I was back, making things even worse for both of us. Seeing her made me so mad, that I threatened her that I could do so many things to her.

The manner at which she acted when she entered the house even made me more pissed, and totally clueless to what I would do to her at that point. She looked terrified, like someone who had seen some ghost.

I ordered her to come over to where I was standing, but she knelt down on the stairs and was begging. Even the way she was profusely crying and apologizing made it all frustrating.

I just decided to leave before I did anything stupid that I would end up regretting, after yelling all I could to at least make me feel better. But she decided to cross the line with her clumsiness.

As soon as I climbed the stairs to go to my room, she held my arm to apologize again and I flung her off out of anger. Down she rolled from the stairs to the floor level, and there was soon blood everywhere.

I feared for a second that she might have died, when I realized what happened in the blink of an eye. I was honestly terrified. I chickened out, and had numerous bad thoughts immediately.

‘If she really died, then my life was probably over. My entire career would be in jeopardy, and I would spend my entire life in jail, if I miraculously didn’t appear on the deathroll list.’

Moving close to her body with a big doubt, I realized that she was still alive because I began to hear soft cries, and I heaved a sigh of relief. She stood up after a while when I moved so close, and held her head so tightly, which made me realize that she had broken her arm and head.

Quickly, I got the car keys and urged her to enter the car, as we drove straight to the nearest pharmacy. I could not utter a word, and my heart was so rigid. I couldn’t think too. My head was blank.

‘It is your fault. You almost killed her. You are really heartless,’ my heart scolded, and I sneered at my thoughts.

‘I am not. It was her own fault. She held me even when I was angry, and kept apologizing ridiculously. She caused it for herself,’ my brain countered. There was no way I was taking blame for what Dabby caused for herself.

I stayed outside the whole time that she had her wound dressed, still unable to think straight after anything. I was trying not to focus on my thoughts, mind and head, so I just plugged in my ear pods and listened to music.

When I came out of the pharmacy to see her standing outside, I wanted to say any word that sounded right to her but couldn’t even say anything. My mouth held stiff when I turned to her, totally clueless of what to say. I just ignored it and turned to go to where the car was parked.

It was really annoying to see her turn from the direction of where the car was, and walk away to the opposite direction when I was waiting for her.

I yelled at her to come back and get into the car. When I realized that it was going to be hard for her to open the car herself, I pushed it open and she entered immediately.

Everything just ended so silently and cold, without any words from both of us till the next morning. I couldn’t sleep well and woke up so tired, which made me go to the kitchen to get milk from the refrigerator. After I had drank almost three glasses of milk, I sat in the living room wondering if Dabby was still breathing because of what happened the previous day.

‘For all I knew, she might have done something wrong again.’

I was thinking she would not go to school again because of what happened, but I was surprised to see her fully dressed for school. It made me wonder how one could be so relentless and persistent, even if it meant sacrificing their rest and peace.

I didn’t mean to ask her any question about school, but it just dropped out of my deep curiosity. There was no reason for her to go to school, when she almost broke more than an arm yesterday.

She replied to my question so curtly and stepped out so quickly, not giving me any chance to even say any other thing to her. I just sneered, and stood up from where I was sitting, to get ready for school. I was sick and tired of that shitty, enclosed space called school.

I got to school almost at the same time as Dabby, and I saw her stepping into the school building from where I parked my car. Xavier and Bryan were around already, and it was only a matter of time before they called me.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

When I entered and made my way to class, I witnessed the scene where Dabby slumped to the floor, as Madison and her friends ran away from the scene in fear. I would have ignored such a scenario in the past, but I remembered that she almost died the day before.

I still could not afford to get entangled in any more disgusting scandal with her, so I called a random nerd I recognized from my class. It was such a hassle to see her worst state, everytime.

“You.. you, calling me?” He stuttered while struggling to make eye contact with me, and I frowned. He and Dabby were just ridiculously alike.

“Someone slumped in the hallway. Carry the person to the infirmary. Quickly,” I ordered him, and turned away from the scene immediately. I couldn’t be found associating with her.