Damien: I had my sleepless night restless, with Dabby's abrupt answer the previous night. I had never been rejected in my entire life by a lady, and the first time was by a girl whom I could never have thought I would like so much more than I could tell with just words. My heart had become so attached to everything about her, that it hurt to hear someone say the word 'NO' to me. In my time of experience with girls and relationships, I had never had deep and intense feelings for any girl before, except one. But I remained with cluelessness about how to handle rejection, even before the entire romance started. Yet it was so sad that even though I wanted something real now, it was impossible because I had fallen in love, in the wrong situation. She was my stepsister. 'Just how can you decide to make things hard for me again with your decisions, dad?' I blamed him in my head the entire night over and over again, while I tossed and tossed on my bed without sleep. The next morning
Dabby: Calling Mason the next day to hang out was the best of my resort, because I couldn't even embrace my response to Damien the previous night. My answer made me so restless even after I had entered my room to sleep, with the endless bothers that I might have sounded too harsh to him. When I finally got to sleep and woke up the next morning, I discovered that mum and Damien's dad weren't home. The housekeepers had increased in number and had come around to clean, while I just directed them to do everything necessary around. After everything was done and the house was in order, I returned to my room to bathe and got ready since Mason said he was going to pick me up. When I was about to leave the house, I was bothered because I had not seen Damien come out of his room. I tiptoed to the door of his room and placed my ear near the door, to know if I would hear any movements in his room. For almost ten minutes, I stood there pondering if I should enter and check, but became relieve
Damien: The mood inside till Joanna drove us home was so stiff, that it was too thick to cut through it so easily. I wondered why she had come to pick us up out of the blues, and I found it weird even if I didn't rebel. What was most unsettling to me was the fact that I and Dabby had not spoken a word to one another, for almost two days after our last discussion. I was thinking it would be possible if we went home together after leaving Aunt's house, but her mum decided to ruin everything by offering unnecessary help. It was the same thing the next day, and the nervousness was killing me. I had also begun working on the second game that I had been planning for a long time, and was monitoring the progress of the competition that I had entered. Towards afternoon when I was thinking of what to eat or drink, a message popped into my phone and I could not ignore it. I had changed the message notification tone if it ever came from Dabby, and it jolted me up immediately the moment I hea
Dabby: I knew that Damien had already tried to explain what was going on between him and the cute girl that appeared before the gate, but I kind of found it hard to believe. Given his past relationships and history with girls, he probably wasn't the type to keep a girl that pretty as just his friend. The way she was looking at him and the manner in which she hugged him tightly, had me so disturbed till I made my way to the cafe. I knew that I said that I didn't want anything to do with Damien any longer, but it hurt to see him with another. 'Why was I so complicated? Why couldn't I just stick to one decision?' I was having an even worse day already because of Damien and his pretty friend. When I got to the cafe, there were few people sitting to eat, and the third shift for the evening was just starting. Mrs. Carr was behind the counter supervising every necessary activity herself, and I just greeted her with a casual smile because I was a little disappointed. I wanted to talk
Damien: When I heard Gina say those words, I was pissed because she clearly was messing up with me. It was glaring that she still had thoughts of the past thinking that she could come back after three years and a half, with an attempt to walk back into my life like the way she usually did, even before I eventually found out about Jasper. I loved her too much."Do I look like a joke to you?" I turned to ask the moment she uttered bizarre words from her mouth, and she was looking at me with a pouting face. The same one she usually did if I got angry at her in the past. "Now I see that you still seem to be stuck in the past, with a clear situation of mental and intelligence degradation," I scoffed disgustingly, "Know this, and know it for good. I have a girlfriend, whom I very much love now. Secondly, I must not see you anywhere near my house, or else I'm calling the cops. And if you would like to know the new version of Damien, ask around or even from your boyfriend," I warned her
Dabby: I didn't know if that was the right approach to meet Mum and ask her about it, but I think that was the best way that I could have handled it. What I asked Mrs. Carr about, seemed to have jogged up everything in my memory. I remembered almost everything that happened. Mum dropped me off one night at a huge building far from where we lived, and she said that she was coming back with food and drugs for us. I had been sick for days, and we had nothing good to eat for almost three days. I knew we had no money at all and had even been chased out of our house for rent, but I still believed her anyway. Hours passed and she didn't come back, I began to cry while still sitting at the spot where she told me to sit, and never stand up till she would come back. I think it was at the window of the room for the caregivers there, but they came out to check out what was going on with a wailing child at the back of their window. That was the end of it. I became one of the children in the
Damien: I was really confused after I saw the picture that I saw with Dabby, because the young guy in the picture looked like me. But I could not remember being in that kind of space going up. The next thing that crossed my mind was going to check, if I still had some other pictures I could check to confirm. The bad part of everything after I searched my entire room, was the fact that I didn't have anything related to my childhood or mum. I knew I used to have them hidden somewhere, because Dad never wanted to see anything that belonged to Mum after she left. He burnt everything that belonged to her from pictures, frames, clothes, shoes, and everything that she owned. I had struggled to save some pictures for myself before he was able to clear the rest, but it was not easy to move around with them because he always made us go on unannounced trips. I got some from Aunt Adele when I stayed with her in China for a while, and it was so hard trying to hide the fact that I was still
Dabby: "What if I were already falling in love with your husband's son, Mum?" I asked her after she demanded to know what I meant by my answers, and she gasped silently the moment she turned to look at me on hearing what my reply was. "What..what did you say, Dabby?" She asked me with a shaky voice, and my face was so impassive in its expression. "I might love Damien," I repeated what I had said before in a different manner, and she shakes her head in disbelief before turning to slap me hard on the face. And the imaginative slap from Mum, jolted me to my senses and reality instantly. "Am I not talking to someone? You seem to have spaced out," Mum's voice was louder this time, and I was taken aback as I turned to look at her confusedly with my right hand still on face. 'Thank goodness it was just an imagination.'"I seriously have no idea about what I am saying. I am just frustrated about everything that is all," my mouth went dry in anxiousness, as I turned away from her sight