My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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I woke up to the cold feeling of the marbled floor, and then I realized that I was lying on the floor instead of the couch. I shook my head and stood up immediately realizing that I was supposed to be waking up from my room, and not from the living room where anyone could just see me.

Remembering that mother and Damien’s dad were not no longer in the house, I frowned the moment I checked my phone to see no call from Mum. Time was already fast spent.

‘Was she that invested in spending more time with her new lover, that she absolutely forgot her daughter?’

Nevertheless, I stood up from the couch, grabbed the remaining pieces of Mac and cheese I was eating from yesterday night, and made my way straight to the kitchen to clean it up.

My mind traveled back to the previous night when Damien walked past me to the kitchen. I opened the pot to check and I knew that he had eaten from the food. I wondered if he was probably seeing me in a likable light.

I felt kind of delighted that we might be progressing to a healthy step sister and brother relationship, if only Damien would just not be the bad suck up that he was. In a few minutes, I started to clean up everywhere in the kitchen, washed the dishes and cleaned the living room.

My hand grabbed a mug as I grabbed one of the ready to go coffees in a brown basket on the kitchen slab, as I made myself a warm cup of coffee and added a lot of sugar.

I made my way back to the bathroom immediately so that I wouldn’t have to see Damien, because of the kind of memories we have shared for the past few days which aren’t really pleasant to me. Without wasting any further time, I slipped out my clothes to take my bath inside the tub.

As I filled the tub with water, my mind wandered back to Mason. I was really curious to know if he was in town already, or if he was mistaken about the town they were moving to. Badly, I wanted to text him, but decided to restrain myself till he dropped a message that he was in town already.

Entering into the tub of water and settling my body into it, the thoughts of drowning flashed through my eyes immediately my head was halfway in. I brought out my head almost as I coughed out frantically like I was choking, and just came out of the water to have a normal bath peacefully.

I dressed in a comfortable short and matching shirt when I was done bathing, and dried my hair in a fancy pink towel instead of the white one mum got me. The time was past 10:00 am already as I made my way back downstairs, thinking about what to make for breakfast and the quantity to prepare too.

After doing a lot of thinking, I decided to prepare chicken and waffles with the leftover frozen chicken in the refrigerator. While doing that, I had an idea to bake some muffins too. Glad that Damien was not home yet, I played loud blasting music and danced as I cooked happily.

After forty minutes, I was done with everything that I was making and was preparing to serve it, when I heard the door open so loudly and someone stormed inside.

“Dabby!” I heard my name called in a loud but subdued manner, as I came out of the kitchen knowing well that it was Damien. He looked anxious.

“Yeah,” I answered. My voice, barely a whisper.

“My friends are here, and we are hosting a pool party soon. You must remain in your room throughout till everything ends. No coming out by mistake or anything, even if they are all going to be outside. Is that clear?!” His harsh voice demanded from me, and I nodded immediately, “Now upstairs Dabby. Right, now!” He commanded.

I quickly grabbed the plate of what I had prepared and the hot pan immediately, as it burned my palm so badly which made me drop it to the ground and yelp in pain. Damien’s angry eyes flashed at him.

“Get the fuck out of here, Dabby!” He yelled, as I winced and managed to pick the hot muffins that had dropped to the floor back to a plate quickly. I grabbed my phone, the tray and plate as I rushed away from the scene.

The moment I entered my room and dropped everything to the floor, I breathed in and out deeply to grasp the level of pain that I was feeling. My left palm was already red hot, and an abscess had formed on my finger that had the most impact of the heat. I quickly ran to the bathroom to run water over it.

I tried to find a band aid in my dresser somewhere, and later found one in my box as I just used almost three to cover up any place that really hurt.

My eyes were stinging in hot tears that were about to release, so I swallowed it and laid on my bed immediately as I had already lost my appetite.

DAMIEN’S POV

My friends had called me that they were already at the mall, to buy most of the things that were going to be used for the party. I drove to a mall that was quite far from home to also get some drinks, which was also like an opportunity for me to feel free from being home.

I hated being at home with Dabby so much that I wished I could get her to leave immediately, without having to do much.

‘Perhaps I could make her cry, torture her, or make life in this house tough for her. She was too timid, and she would fall for it in no time.

I spent quite a long time eating breakfast at a restaurant, while practicing what I had learnt from a course that I had taken online some time ago. Deeply engrossed in what I was doing, I lost count of time and an hour had passed by before I realized.

After paying for the things I bought, I drove straight towards the direction of the house, and also bought more things at the grocery store. I was parking my car in front of the house because there might still be a need to go out, when I saw five familiar people from school alighting from the car that parked behind mine.

“Shit! They didn’t mention that they would come this fast,” I groaned so hard as my ear caught the loud sound of music coming from inside, which made me realize that there might be more problems than just having to see my friends and Madison.

Quickly, I came down from the car like I had not seen them, and scurried into the building quickly as I heard that annoying bitch call my name. I saw Dabby dancing and getting so engrossed in her cooking, and I knew I had to chase her into her room before they came inside.

I saw the pan burn her hand when I was urging her to leave, and I didn’t put my mind into it because all I wanted was for her to disappear. I could already hear the loud talks of my friends and the girls from the door, and it was only a matter of time before they entered.

‘Shit! The house smelt of freshly baked muffins and chicken.’ There is no way they would not ask what was going on.’