Damien:
Seeing Dabby back home after she spilled the truth to her friend was really infuriating, and I was thinking of possible ways to deal with her so much. I wanted her to realize that she shouldn't have messed with Damien Anderson.
I had to be out all afternoon so as not to stay outside for too long, but she didn't come back home so quickly after I was back, making things even worse for both of us. Seeing her made me so mad, that I threatened her that I could do so many things to her.
The manner at which she acted when she entered the house even made me more pissed, and totally clueless to what I would do to her at that point. She looked terrified, like someone who had seen some ghost.
I ordered her to come over to where I was standing, but she knelt down on the stairs and was begging. Even the way she was profusely crying and apologizing made it all frustrating.
I just decided to leave before I did anything stupid that I would end up regretting, after yelling all I could to at least make me feel better. But she decided to cross the line with her clumsiness.
As soon as I climbed the stairs to go to my room, she held my arm to apologize again and I flung her off out of anger. Down she rolled from the stairs to the floor level, and there was soon blood everywhere.
I feared for a second that she might have died, when I realized what happened in the blink of an eye. I was honestly terrified. I chickened out, and had numerous bad thoughts immediately.
'If she really died, then my life was probably over. My entire career would be in jeopardy, and I would spend my entire life in jail, if I miraculously didn't appear on the deathroll list.'
Moving close to her body with a big doubt, I realized that she was still alive because I began to hear soft cries, and I heaved a sigh of relief. She stood up after a while when I moved so close, and held her head so tightly, which made me realize that she had broken her arm and head.
Quickly, I got the car keys and urged her to enter the car, as we drove straight to the nearest pharmacy. I could not utter a word, and my heart was so rigid. I couldn't think too. My head was blank.
'It is your fault. You almost killed her. You are really heartless,' my heart scolded, and I sneered at my thoughts.
'I am not. It was her own fault. She held me even when I was angry, and kept apologizing ridiculously. She caused it for herself,' my brain countered. There was no way I was taking blame for what Dabby caused for herself.
I stayed outside the whole time that she had her wound dressed, still unable to think straight after anything. I was trying not to focus on my thoughts, mind and head, so I just plugged in my ear pods and listened to music.
When I came out of the pharmacy to see her standing outside, I wanted to say any word that sounded right to her but couldn't even say anything. My mouth held stiff when I turned to her, totally clueless of what to say. I just ignored it and turned to go to where the car was parked.
It was really annoying to see her turn from the direction of where the car was, and walk away to the opposite direction when I was waiting for her.
I yelled at her to come back and get into the car. When I realized that it was going to be hard for her to open the car herself, I pushed it open and she entered immediately.
Everything just ended so silently and cold, without any words from both of us till the next morning. I couldn't sleep well and woke up so tired, which made me go to the kitchen to get milk from the refrigerator. After I had drank almost three glasses of milk, I sat in the living room wondering if Dabby was still breathing because of what happened the previous day.
'For all I knew, she might have done something wrong again.'
I was thinking she would not go to school again because of what happened, but I was surprised to see her fully dressed for school. It made me wonder how one could be so relentless and persistent, even if it meant sacrificing their rest and peace.
I didn't mean to ask her any question about school, but it just dropped out of my deep curiosity. There was no reason for her to go to school, when she almost broke more than an arm yesterday.
She replied to my question so curtly and stepped out so quickly, not giving me any chance to even say any other thing to her. I just sneered, and stood up from where I was sitting, to get ready for school. I was sick and tired of that shitty, enclosed space called school.
I got to school almost at the same time as Dabby, and I saw her stepping into the school building from where I parked my car. Xavier and Bryan were around already, and it was only a matter of time before they called me.
When I entered and made my way to class, I witnessed the scene where Dabby slumped to the floor, as Madison and her friends ran away from the scene in fear. I would have ignored such a scenario in the past, but I remembered that she almost died the day before.
I still could not afford to get entangled in any more disgusting scandal with her, so I called a random nerd I recognized from my class. It was such a hassle to see her worst state, everytime.
"You.. you, calling me?" He stuttered while struggling to make eye contact with me, and I frowned. He and Dabby were just ridiculously alike.
"Someone slumped in the hallway. Carry the person to the infirmary. Quickly," I ordered him, and turned away from the scene immediately. I couldn't be found associating with her.
Just as I was about to get to the class, Madison crossed my part and flashed a phone across my face immediately. It had an image of me and Dabby standing in front of the pharmacy.
"Explain this!" She gritted her teeth and gazed at me, as I huffed disdainfully and pushed her aggressively off my part and she staggered really badly. I had a change of mind again, and decided to say something that would make her lose her mind.
"And maybe I am on my mission of getting a nerd who is so much better than you!" I spat at her rude face, "And if you try this again, Maddy. It wouldn't end with words," I threatened, and she knew I meant it.
She retreated immediately in fear, and started to shed a few tears on the spot. Her lips quivered as she murmured some rubbish, and her friends that were hiding initially came out to console her. It was a pity that she had not gotten used to the fact that I was not usually moved by irritating tears.
Classes were boring and I struggled to listen, knowing well that dad would throw tantrums if I didn't top the class. It was all in the past that I usually did that so easily and loved the success. Now, I just wrote whatever came to mind for exams, and waited for 'whatever' grades.
During lunch, I coincidentally met with the nurse and asked if the person brought inside would wake up again, so that I wouldn't have to stress over things that were not worth it. The beautiful blonde gave the signs as we talked, and it would be a pleasure to hang out with a sexy nurse.
Before classes for the day ended, Xavier suggested that we went over to his father's vacation house to hangout, and we bailed out of class and went. They both came with their girlfriends, while I was the only one that was by myself. Bryan laughed so hard at me, and Xavier suggested that I could call on one of the many girls I had.
While they made out with their girlfriends on the lawn, in the kitchen and anywhere possible, I just swam around in the pool and drank wine by myself. It wasn't so bad after all, and I liked that I was on my own.
'Maybe I needed more than the feeling of being alone.'
I left the place earlier than they did, and told them that I had plans for some other things. When I got home and had my bath, I decided to play a game while taking a bowl of cereal. My favorite opponent was online after quite a while, and I was so delighted to know that fact.
It was always fun playing with DAYNNE because of the skills he/she used whenever we were playing. It was somewhat pro, and the strategies were always mind-blowing. It was always a pain for me to know that I had never beat the player more than once.
I challenged DAYNNE for a round, and we started to play against one another. I had put my strength and time into improving my gaming skills, and I was not going to lose to my opponent again.
We played for long minutes, and DAYNNE's characters seemed a bit slower than their usual reflex speed from both sides. One side was relenting, but the other side was being properly navigated that I feared that I would lose again.
In no time at the final moment, there was a chance for me and I won. I screamed out and laughed so proudly, and didn't forget to send a jibe emoji to show my victory.
After a few minutes there was a log out, and I was a bit disappointed. It was as if my game opponent went easy on me or something, but I didn't care and was really glad that I won. My mood lightened up sporadically, and I felt good.
Later in the evening when Dabby returned back home, I was sitting on the same spot I had sat in the morning. In a few days, so much had happened since she started living with us, and I felt like I needed to give her an ounce of her truth. Reasons to leave with her mother.
"Do you think it is unfair?" I asked her as soon as she made her way to the kitchen, and she shook her head in cluelessness. It was so annoying to see her be a slow witted person at the same time.
I recounted everything that had happened in a few weeks to her incase she didn't understand, and she just continued to stare at me with pain in her eyes. I didn't care about anything at that moment, and I just wanted her to leave.
'It would probably make her life easier, if she wanted. It would make mine easiest.'
"You want me to leave?" Her sudden question surprised me, when I would have expected her to just leave and probably cry again. However, I had no answer for her.
Yes, I wanted her to leave and it was obvious. It was dumb to ask again for the second time.
"I don't think I can leave," She paused, "Perhaps, we might have to spend the last days of high school together too," I heard her say slowly and truthfully, and I turned my head in bewilderment to look at her.
She looked scared, yet, she wanted to say all that she had in mind. And it was the truth I didn't want to hear.
'Had she lost her mind after she broke her head?'