My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

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As I made my way into the house after opening the main door, my body trembled in fear so much of what would happen. There was no sign that someone could be in the house or not, as all the lights to the living room were turned off.

My breath and hand became shaky as I put on the lights, to see that everywhere looked like no one had been inside, after I left in the morning.

‘Was Damien out of the house?’

My feets struggled to move themselves from the floor towards the stairs, so that I could just climb up and run to my room immediately to lock the door behind me. However, my peace was cut short after someone entered through the main door and shut it. I was just midway up the stairs.

He looked so angry and vexed like someone that was waiting to pounce on his prey, as he gazed so angrily at me enough to make me wet my pants. I knelt down immediately and began to apologize.

“I am sorry. Please, I didn’t mean to …”

“Shut the heck up, Dabby. And get over here!” He commanded, and all I saw was a long leather belt held firmly in his left hand. His clothes looked slightly disheveled too. My eyes bulged out in fear.

‘Was he going to whip me with that?’

“I swear, I am not like that. Mason and I became friends before he came to town, and we already chatted about you before. That was how he found out. I didn’t tell him anything I swear,” I began to cry profusely as I pleaded with Damien, so that he wouldn’t do whatever he was planning to do.

“So you go around talking shit about me to your friends?!” Damien’s anger escalated even more by my words that were meant to even make him calm down.

“No. No. I do not. I just told him that I have a stepbrother after mum remarried. Please believe me, I am telling the truth,” I cried even more worse than that I have ever done, because I was already too scared by Damien’s fury.

“Do you know how long I had to wait outside because you obeyed that stupid friend of yours?! Do you?! Do you have any idea about the information I had to lose today because of you?!” He raged over and over again as he moved closer, and I began to run out of any placating words to say to him.

No explanation could be plausible enough for him to spare me, and begging seemed to even make things worse. I had really done bad against him because Mason didn’t let me answer him, and I had caused more problems for myself.

“I really want to do so many things to you, right now. Slap, kick, throw you out of the house this night, or even lock you up in your room for days so that I would feel better. And I can do all these things I said really well. But you’ll probably die of guilt before I even do anything,” he spat out so angrily, and I trembled.

‘He sure knew so many wicked things to do to me. Was he a psycho?’

Without saying any further, he stormed towards the stairs and I stood up quickly from my kneeling position. He was so angry that I was so scared that he might change his mind, and I grabbed him by the arm to apologize again.

“I am sorry. Please forgive me,” I pleaded again.

“Get off me!” He screamed and pushed me away from holding him, and I lost my balance immediately from being forcefully flung away. My body flew in the air.

My head hit the stairs first and my body followed suit with a loud thud, and I ended up rolling down the stairs to hit the hard floor. I probably broke a few bones or more in the process, but I begged my breath to cease so that’ll just die. Maybe it wasn’t just my time yet.

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“The injury should heal in a week or two. Though she is fragile and small, her skin is really good. Even her bones are quite strong,” the certified nurse at the pharmacy said, as she dressed the wound on my head after stitching it. She said it could have been worse.

I just cried inwardly the whole time my head was sewn, and my arm too was bandaged because I had sprained it a bit. I could still use it to do my normal stuff according to her, but I was sure that I wouldn’t even use it to pick a pen.

Damien waited outside till I was done, and I couldn’t even face him after the nurse was done. She prescribed some drugs too and packed them for me, as she explained how I would be so careful not to wet the surfaces of the wound, because I would have to come back to remove the stitch and redress the wound.

He was so mute and had nothing to say, that I wondered why he hated me so much to not be able to offer a word of comfort. He just paid for the medical expenses as I waited for him outside, trying not to cry as much as I wanted to.

‘How do I explain a stitch on my head or a twisted arm to anyone? Would I even be able to go to school tomorrow?’

Damien came out to see me standing outside and he paused on his tracks, as if he had something to say to me instead of proceeding to enter the car. He remained like that without saying anything for minutes.

I suddenly remembered that we usually never went anywhere together, as I quickly turned away from where he was, and began to walk ahead towards where I would probably get a cab. He brought me as fast as he could from home, and I wouldn’t expect him to take me back home.

‘He hated me after all.’