My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

DABBY:

I woke up a day later after they had flushed out the excess dosage of drugs that I had taken, which helped me feel so much better. It was still so unbelievable for me to see mum back and around me, that it kind of felt like she was a stranger.

Mr. Anderson came back to check on me too, while mum remained around to assist me and keep my company. The only person I didn’t see was Damien. That jerk.

During my stay in the hospital, I knew I was losing my mind probably because I felt sick. All I could hear in my head was Damien’s voice, and his face kept appearing before me. He didn’t come around, but I could even see him more than I saw mum.

His image became stuck in my mind in some kind of addictive way, that I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. It was putting some kind of fear in me, but I concluded that it was as a result of drug overdose.

While we returned back home from the hospital in mum’s car, she asked me what happened to my head. She said she noticed some kind of scar that she had not seen before, and it surprised me to know how she noticed every little detail of things. I was really thankful that I had taken my cast off.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Nothing mum. I had a head bump in the kitchen,” I lied, and almost cringed at my new behavior.

In the past, there was almost nothing to lie about because I was just the normal kid who could talk back to her mum. Getting a new family and a stepbrother that hated me, had changed a lot.

“Are you sure? It kind of looks like it got stitched or something,” she pressed further in her usual manner while staring at me through the car mirror, and I tried hard not to groan in frustration.

“How do you know if something is stitched. I mean you are not even a nurse,” I chuckled awkwardly, and immediately turned my face away from the front mirror where our eyes met.

I picked up my phone and called Mason to tell him that I was discharged already, and that I would meet with him the next day. He wanted to come and visit me at the hospital, but I couldn’t risk getting into any more problems with Mr. Anderson and mum around.

“Who is that? Your boyfriend?” Mum asked immediately I dropped the call, and I widened my eyes in surprise. She just liked to assume nonsense.

“No. He is just my friend. Almost the only friend I have,” I responded almost immediately, and it sounded like a snap.

“Relax dear. It is just that I haven’t seen you call a friend, or bring a friend over since middle school days. And I have been so worried sick about that. I bothered you might not be fitting in well,” she fretted, and I just remained emotionless.

‘What could I say when she had been right all along?’

“Mason is not my boyfriend, okay. He is a really good friend that cares,” I finally cleared the air.

“You are one weird teenager you know? I mean you will be out of college in a few months, and I have not even heard you calling anyone secretly or seen you having the love syndrome. Is there something you are not telling me? Are you gay?” Mum blurted out her question so suddenly, and I was really shocked to hear her.

“No! Even if I were gay, I would at least bring my girlfriend or something. I am not just interested in anyone,” I retorted. It was so weird that she was usually so observant about everything.

“Just know that mama supports you in everything you do, darling. Go into the world and explore. Do not meet wrong men like I did. Choose wisely. Go for the one that loves you, no matter what,” she went on and on with her advice, and I just nodded to everything that she was saying.

She had done a good job raising me in the best well she could, but I had raised myself better.

However, these days, I have no idea if that was true anymore. The thoughts that are in my head are unspeakable.