My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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It continued that way with fury burning in my heart, and I returned home quite late. I was about to start getting ready to finish my game pitch, when dad just stormed into my room.

“Where the heck did you go without coming home yesterday night, and the previous one?!” He demanded from me so angrily, but I just continued to look at him without any answers. That was what I usually did.

“Are you deaf? Do you want Joanne and her daughter to think that I am raising an uncultured and insensible son? A disgrace?!” He continued ranting, and I just looked at him without saying anything. It made me really mad and he was even more angry.

When he kept venting out his anger and I didn’t utter a word, he hit me across the face instantly which riled me up. I told him to leave my room if he was done talking, and locked the door immediately. I just remained numb.

I wanted to go down after he left to get a bottle of milk, and I saw Dabby quietly making her way into her room. She looked like she saw and heard something, and it even made me more mad.

‘Just how could things get so messed up everytime?’

Throughout the night in my wallowing sadness, I played video games with DAYNNE and I lost every game I played with him. It was crazy that he played more aggressively than he had ever done, and instead of my failure making me sad, it made me more enthusiastic.

I initiated a chat and commended his good game, and he was really humble in replying which made me wonder who he could be. I didn’t want to be so direct that we should meet without forming a good chat bond, and it was quite difficult for me to do because I never did something first.

Most of the people that texted me usually did first, and I had my DM filled with so many unreplied messages. So, initiating a chat became quite hard to do, but it didn’t feel bad when I did. It was cool to me.

The next day, Dabby had left home even before I woke up and it made me anxious. Though I knew she did that because she was scared of me, she already found out that my dad usually hit me which was unsettling.

I knew I was the one who instructed that we must not cross parts, but I wanted to see her face at least once to know how she would look at me. I would lose it, if she looked at me pitifully. I didn’t see her though.

I decided to visit my usual cafe in the afternoon instead of hanging out with my friends, and was so surprised to find Dabby and her friend working there. I wanted to screw her up by a bad employee remark, and that jerk turned out to be the one that came to her aid.

He looked at me so angrily, and I was really glad that I was having that effect on him. I ordered so much food to make them frustrated while cooking, and went to the counter to pay after they set the table.

I also told them that I would drop a bad cafe remark, if I found out that they sold my food to another person without trashing it. But deep down, I really hoped that Dabby wouldn’t have told her friend anything. To confirm that, I woke up very early the next day.

My plans worked perfectly to be just at the right time to pick her up for school, and she couldn’t object because of our parents. She wore her mask and face cap immediately she entered the car, and it was really crazy to watch her do that. She looked terrified too, and I was glad to know that she still remembered everything I warned her about.

Sure that our parents would never see the car again, I impatiently parked the car at a corner and she already got the message. She hopped out immediately, and I challenged her in a very menacing manner by yanking her disguise off. She said she didn’t tell anyone, and it felt like she was telling the truth.

‘Everything seemed to be working fine.’

Seeing Dabby’s eyes suddenly tracing from right to left of my face made me realize that she must have been looking at my cheeks, to see if what she heard was true. I was right. She knew what happened.

Before I could even gather my strength to pressure her again, she picked to get heels and ran as fast as she could. It was crazy to see her act like that, and just entered back into the car.

As I drove carefully to school, a message popped on my phone and it was Xavier. I groaned wondering what he wanted that early, and checked to see that he sent a picture with a caption ‘Is this true?’

“Fuck!” I cussed out loud.

‘Someone was following me around while taking pictures and it couldn’t be any different from Madison. I have had enough.’