My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DAMIEN:

Ryder high school

“What is going on Damien? What is this video really about?” Xavier asked again with a disappointed look, and I was trying to think hard of how I would reply to his question in a convincing manner.

I wasn’t thinking about what he had to say or how angry he was, but my mind darted to how Dabby would be feeling if she saw something like that. She would have seen the video already, and it would be a matter of time before those frustrated girls come for her.

“I didn’t mean to not say anything about it, Xavier. But I and Dabby are related in some kind of way. It was going to blow of our proportion if we had to admit. I’ll tell you the details later,” I explained in the best way I could to him even if he still look so lost, and stop up immediately with the intention of going to fine Dabby.

“Damien! Damien!!” Xavier yelled my name as I left through the door, acting like I didn’t hear that he was calling. I knew that he would probably be pissed because I didn’t tell him, but that was the best I could do.

As soon as I stepped out of the room, some group of girls were standing outside already like they were ready to challenge me. And Vivian, who seemed the most feisty enough to ask me about it, came forward.

“Is that new true Damien? Why was the girl really in your house late at night?” She asked the question more calmly, than the way her face insinuated the manner at which she would have wanted to ask.

I didn’t answer her question with a stern expression on my face, and she quickly moved before I shoved her out of my way immediately. They knew better to question themselves about what they saw, than come to me for answers.

I knew I had to find that bitch first, that I called my girlfriend for a short period of time. She should have known better than to try to screw me over, when she had no idea that I had a few pieces of evidence against her that would make her a subject of mockery. Even before we started dating.

But more than anything, I was more bothered about Dabby because I knew she would be after by it. I was so bothered in my heart but I didn’t want to go check in her in her class, so as not to subject the rumours we had not answered to even more.

I got my phone and dialed her number, but she was not picking up. I knew that there was no way that she would be in school anymore, because she would not have been able to stand the pressure that would be put on her.

I entered into my car and drove out of the parking lot immediately, with the intention to go and find Dabby in wherever she could be. I was not going to act nonchalant like before, and allow her to be the receiving end for everything that was happening.

I thought of the first place that she could go to, and I went to check our house immediately. When I got there, dad and her mum seemed to just be leaving home together in the same car, and I wondered why they were not yet in their workplace already.

Unperturbed by the reasons, I went upstairs to check her up in the room, and banged heavily on the door when I got there. After I had knocked for so many minutes without reply, I pushed the door open to see that it was empty.

I checked everywhere around the house including the pool area, and left when I realized that she wasn’t anywhere close to be being at home.

The next place that occurred to me was an arcade, and it had to be the nearest one to our street. I checked everywhere around the place too, but she was not there. I tried calling her again.

After I had searched those two places, it made me realize thst I had no idea about where she could be again. The only person who would know was her supposed boyfriend, but pride couldn’t allow me to go and meet him for help.

I hated that they were dating so much, that I didn’t even want to see me around me. Asking him about Dabby’s whereabouts would kill my pride, and I really think I could do that even if I was so desperate.

And one last place I thought of was the cafe, but I knew that there was probably no way that she would be there. Some students from our school usually sneaked to the place during lunch, and she would definitely not want to do herself any harm by being there.

I was really stressed out about checking everywhere I could without finding her, which made me scream so loud and scratch my hair in anger. I had a few weeks to leave highschool, and yet everything seemed to be falling apart.

I hung around our home for a few hours to see if Dabby would come around, and it was just some girls who came around to probably confirm if what they saw was true. Immediately they saw my car parked around, they fled instantly, and I yelled that they were going to prison if I saw them around again.

Towards evening when I saw that the entire day was being unproductive, with so many people trying to call me, I decided to go to the cafe and check out if Mason knew where Dabby could be. I didn’t mind what would happen again.

When I parked my car outside in the street and alighted, the closed sign hung on the glass door, and it made me wonder what exactly could be going on. I walked closer to the building to check it out, and tried to push the door open to see if it was truly locked.

The door opened when I pushed it, and I entered immediately, not minding if the place was empty without anyone inside or what the sign read.

‘If there could be anyone there, it would be Dabby or Mason with no doubt.’ I concluded, and ambled through rows of the chairs and table that were still properly tucked into one another.

“Dabby?” I called with a little doubt in my voice, wondering if she could really be the one that was there.

I heard the ruffling sound of nylons coming from behind the counter, and it increased my hope a bit with the ascertainment that someone was there. And suddenly a head popped out from behind the counter, which scared me a bit.

“Oops! Sorry about that. We are not open yet for the day. Would you mind coming back in the next thirty minutes? You can place an order too?” I heard the voice say immediately she raised her head, and her deep blue eyes met mine immediately.

She was a lady who seemed to be in her mid-thirties or so, but she was vibrantly beautiful like a really young lady. Her blonde hair was cut short to her chin level, and she looked really gorgeous in it. It made me wonder who she was, because she looked so familiar immediately.

“Have you lived in China before?” I blurted out immediately, without reacting to what she had said before or her questions.

“Mrs. Carr. I think we do have enough ingredients to prepare today’s signature dish,” I heard the voice call from the room opposite the counter, and I could recognize it anywhere.

“Yes. I have lived in China before,” she replied looking at me confusingly like she recognized me from somewhere too, “Please just a moment,” she turned, “Mason is on the way and has bought it,” she replied and turned to me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Carr?” I mouthed again and again, and my mind was going to only one place.

“Are you Damien? Anderson?” She enquired with a doubtful voice, and I nodded slowly trying to imagine how such could be happening right now.

‘Could it really be her?’

Tears dropped from her eyes as she moved from behind the counter, and walked closer to where I was standing.

Our height difference was quite a distance, and she raised her head to look at my face. She pulled me to a hug immediately, and cried even more. She was my aunt; Mum’s elder sister.

I could not imagine that we would ever meet again, because Dad wouldn’t let me even speak to her on the phone again. And it turned out that she was shockingly living in the same town.

‘How often does that kind of shocking coincidence occur?’

“Mum, I’m back,” I heard the voice say from behind as the door pushed open, and it was no doubt Mason’s voice.

‘Mason? Mum? She was his mum? Biological mum? He was my cousin? Mason?’ Floods of questions rushed to my head immediately.