My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Writer’s POV

The drive to the airport was a messy one with Dabby not talking to her mother throughout, even till the point that they were to enter into the plane and leave for the city. It was a rough patch.

While Dabby went to the bathroom to go and organize herself after her profuse tears, Joanna did one last thing by intentionally dropping Dabby’s purse where her phone was at the airport. To her, it was the best way to sever ties between her daughter and her ex-husband’s son.

When Dabby realized that her phone was gone for good and not in her box, it was when they arrived at their destination and she wanted to text Damien.

She asked her mother about her missing phone, and Joanna vehemently denied that she didn’t see her phone. It caused her so much pain to know that she had lost contact with Damien, and even caused both the mother and daughter a good relationship. The tension between them was hard to wade off.

It was tough for Damien to finish the night without Dabby, and the heavy feeling remained with him so much that it was hard to get rid of. Things turned sour at home the next day after Dabby and Joanna left, that it became so hard for Damien to remain till evening before he dropped everything of his father’s and left.

He stayed at Aunt Adele’s overnight till the next day, while he and Mason had so many things to talk about. The brilliant swimmer had topped his record in a few days, and he had been enlisted to join the national team which meant he would be away from home.

So that Spencer could not cause any more problems for Adele, Damien left the next day after a farewell to staying with Xavier at their family vacation home. He had blocked his father from every access of calling him, and dropped a text for his father the day he would leave for his grandfather’s house.

[Leaving with you has been hell, I’m glad I can tell you the last time. As if making Mum’s life miserable as your wife wasn’t enough, you made her relinquish her parental rights over me, and kept moving us around to make her give up. Leaving me to live my best life at Aunt Adele’s would have been the best option, but you felt like an orphanage was the best resort which you imposed, because of your bruised ego. Like something went wrong with memories, it is still so hard to recollect the right thing like my memory has been messed up with.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

And for the years of physical and mental abuse from you, I felt the worst in my entire life even while trying not to give up life. I gave up being a straight-A student, and so many things because you didn’t like it. I guess you made the best decision for the first time, and getting a new sister that changed my view has been the best thing.

I’m glad I didn’t become you, and I’m glad that I’ve finally walked out of your life for good, to become a person for myself. Now I can breathe out Akeelah’s name and claim her as my mother outside your territory. Till we meet again.

Mr Anderson.]

Coupled with the stress that he had to face for days and trying Dabby’s unreasonable number a hundred times, he almost lost his mind and called to ask Mason who gave the same reply. None of them had Joanna’s number, and the only option was not even considerable; Asking Spencer for help.

Dabby threatened to move away from her Aunt’s house where both of them were staying, and it took Penelope efforts to calm the ever-cool teenager down, and more efforts to convince her to explain what was wrong. Penelope was the only best friend, and the closest person that Joanna had as a family.

After days of lovesickness, sadness, and pining for one another, Dabby was offered an admission at Yale to study medicine which wasn’t as much of a joy to her as she had imagined it her entire life.

Her mother and Aunt celebrated it in a grand style as much as they could, but the celebrant was not in the mood. The only thing they could do to make her happy, was probably get her back to where Damien was.

Dabby tried her best and had tried to locate Damien’s username because she had deleted it, but it was harder than she thought because it seemed a million users used that same username but with different spelling and punctuation marks.

Begging her Mum to call Spencer and ask for his son’s phone number was not even an option, because Joanna had confirmed that she deleted everyone’s number off her phone, because she never wanted ties with anyone from the town.