My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

“What is that between you and Damien?” Mum asked the moment we both made our way into my room, and I feigned ignorance immediately like I didn’t understand what she was talking about.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked with a calm demeanor, and she frowned when she saw my expression.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about because I see everything so clearly! Have you been sleeping with my husband’s son?!” She demanded in a raging voice, and I turned to look at her with a shocked expression.

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‘And are you even sure that he is still your husband? You are having a fallout already, and it is hard not to notice,” I asked calmly while trying not to be offended by her words, intentionally excluding the part that I had heard of their conversation weeks ago. She looked so shocked after I mentioned their marital fights, probably because she didn’t expect me to just be straight with her.

“Don’t talk about our marriage. It is ours to settle. Now tell me, are you having sex with Damien?” She asked again with a stern expression on her face, and I became so pissed by her choice of words.

“And why would you think that I am sleeping with Damien?” My voice sounded so angry as I talked to her.

“I can see the look in your eyes. Yours and his. And I caught you jumping off one another. It is enough evidence. This morning, he was in the kitchen with you which would never be his place to do before. I see those signs clearly,” she pointed up the facts and I could applaud her for that. She caught us real good.

“And you think I will just open my legs for random guys because we both have the feels and thrills? Is that what you think of me?” I inquired from her with a disappointed tone, and she frowned, “It is so satisfying to know that you don’t know anything about me. At least I will not try to understand you any longer.”

“And how would I know when you don’t tell me things? How would I know things about my daughter who isn’t telling me if she’s got a crush somewhere, has a lover, or needs BC pills? How do you expect me to know what you’d do and not?” She defended herself.

“Things like what? How insanely boring my life has been? How I get picked on for being too weak? How I get bullied in every school that I’ve gone to? How I broke too many parts of me because I was too timid? How irritated would you be if you knew that I could not stand up for myself?”

“What?! What are you trying to say, Abby? What the fuck are you trying to tell me now? Bullied?” Mum was starting to get sentimental, and I didn’t want that. I just needed her to leave me alone.

“You don’t need to pity me, Mum. I am like that and I always have been, but I have gotten over that phase,” I tried to cut her off at the pity party she was trying to throw for me, when I wanted us to talk about something that needed the attention she had given it.

“This is always the problem. You never try to see the effort that I am trying to pu………..”

“I am in love with Damien,” I cut her off with my announcement, and she had a shocked expression on her face.

“No, you cannot, love Damien. You cannot love him,” she argued.

“I know. I have tried but it is extremely hard. So hard to the extent, that I might be wishing for your divorce with his dad so that I can be with him,” I confessed honestly, what had sincerely been in my mind every night while thinking of our romance.

“What?! Oh my. What has come over you Dabby? Are you serious?” Mum asked incredulously while taking breaks to swallow her breath at the truth I just told her, “You are not allowed to be around Damien from now henceforth. Break every relationship you have with him. He is your brother!” She yelled.

I sat on the bed and broke down to tears without having any reply to give, knowing that I was conflicted about everything.

As much as I felt like things might probably end between Mum and Damien’s dad, I wanted her to tell me herself that their marriage was close to a sham from the beginning. But she was totally against it like she was in love with Damien’s dad, or like they would remain married for a long time.

Mum walked closer to where I was sitting and sat beside me, as she patted slowly on my back to probably comfort me. I didn’t know if she really had to, because getting over Damien while living in the same house was going to be extremely hard.

“You, cannot, date Damien even if he weren’t your step brother. He is kind of broken, like his father,” Mum said in a low tone, and I jumped away from her side immediately in shock.

“What are you saying?! What do you mean by that? He is not. He is the best person ever, if you get to know him,” I shrieked in horror as I stared at Mum, not believing that she could say something like that, “I thought you were his acting Mum?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. But it is true. I am sure you know it, only if you are pretending!”

“I do not care what you think, Mum. But I am never leaving him. My stepbrother or not. I am never!” I yelled.