New life

***Dayle***

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I see Dad and his wife zooming off in the Bentley, I can sweat that he knew that I drove past them. Certainly, she must have told him to pull over but he stopped her. Thank God for her, I don't need more scolding. He's called my phone for the thirty-eighth time now, from him alone—aside from the entire family. Fuck it, I fucking needed time off alone. Not even Egan and Steve were around me for that long, they understood and left but my Dad wouldn't. I don't want him to understand either because he would go fucking ballistic.
Fuck me, if I want Chrissy to be my sister.
The thought of it alone makes me wanna hit a tree or something.
I pull over at the parking space and then I step out of the car after grabbing my cell and suit top. Dom comes to me with a ferocious. He better not start because I'm gonna fuck him up no matter his size.
“Where have you been Dayle, the heck? You can't just keep everyone on their tippy toes. Should you have called, I wouldn't have the cops roaming in search of you—”
“Yeah, thanks. Thanks for spoiling my moment alone. I just needed some fucking time alone—shit! That's it!” I explain, as of he understands, he isn't raising his voice at me.
“I know that there's a major change in the family now but Dayle...” he starts and I interrupt raising a hand
“I get it. It's not a problem, I'm not a year old —am I? No!” I snap and I give him an assuring look, he taps me on the shoulder and lets me go ahead.

Once the double doors are pushed open by the security, I see everyone staring at me as soon as they see me, their faces drop but can I say that don't fucking care?
“Where have you been?” Grandpa asks and I brush my brow with my thumb, I don't know what to tell him, and even if I did, he'd just narrate his responsible childhood to me. Everyone here has that same story to tell me and I fucking hate that.
“I had to... I had some things to check out —” I start to explain but Uncle Festo cuts in
“You got our asses up until 10 pm waiting for a grown ass boy?” he scolds and I'm one step away from letting him know that he's such a fucking loser since 10 pm sea late to him—as the adult that he is.
“Boy, you could always call home or text anyone... Everyone was worried but we are alright now, aren't we?” the old woman says and that's cooling unlike Uncle Festo trying to get on my dick either way. They all affirm her saying and she motions for me to go ahead and I give a faint smile.
“Kids these days, they lack empathy...” Grandpa says but she counters and says that it's only youthful and so on.

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Where the fuck is Chrissy? I keep asking myself, I swear that I don't think I wanna see her but a major part of me longs for her, endlessly. Her smell, her smile, the guts she builds whenever she's around me, everything that she does puts me in my feelings and I constantly long for her. Now and then. I yank the four behind me as I fling my suit towards the end while dropping on my bed. My phone vibrates, then I grab it instantly. It's from Dad.
*I deserve an explanation, Dayle!*
*See you in a week!*
I know not until then, he better not focus on honeymooning with his wife and not thinking of ways to scrutinize. It's not like I killed someone.
I haven't even gotten the time to reply to the messages, DMs, and emails that friends on Hemsville had sent me, I’ll do that by morning.
A knock interrupts my thoughts, suddenly I'm snapped out before I answer it ‘What?’
“It's Nina, Mr Dayle. I'd be going off now, would you like me to get you anything? Even dinner?” she inquires of me
“No! I'm good. Thanks!” I tell her and she says okay and I hear nothing but silence, she's gone.
I enter the shower, I know that I need it. I had drunk too much alcohol. It doesn't last up to a proper fifteen minutes and I hear another knock, it's soft and doubtful. It couldn't be Grandpa or Uncle Festo, they most likely to do so but the angelic old woman had bailed me out. I swear that I like her already. She's sweet—she had me back there. The towel is only wrapped around my waist, I haven't even dried myself up and the knocks seem unending.
“Who the...” Chrissy walks in scarily and closes the door behind her and that's when the rest of the words escape my lips. “...fuck?! Wh-what are you doing here?”
Now, I'm no longer peeved that she's the one, she's looking very sexy and alive in the purple satin sleeping robe that she is putting on. It affects me so badly that I'm constantly eye-fucking her within a minute.
“I... I uhm... I thought that we could talk—” she starts as her fingers interlace below her desirable chest. It would be best if she says that she wants us to fuck or something, it would help my life and not THAT. NOT TALKING.
“We have nothing to talk about!” I snap like I haven't thought about us fucking just now. She looks away from me, confused, perhaps sorting ways to restart the conversation, I don't want that. I just want her to love me back—not as a brother but as a lover. She looks into my eyes, her brown eyes are deep plunging into my soul, did she know that I would not sleep well after now? Takes me back to earlier, at the alter. How could life play its part this way? I used to forsake her until the day I started growing feelings for her and just when I thought that I could own with or without my boyfriend being in the picture and now, she's got to be my sister? Fuck me up someone, it's harder than I know.
“Dayle, I was... I was worried when you weren't found! I was scared...” Her voice starts to lose its tempo, almost as if she's whispering. I go over to her slowly and she swallows up fisting anxiously.
“Worried? You didn't have to—no. Did you expect that I would stay through the entire reception? Did you fucking think that I would pretend to be cool? Did you fucking think that I would watch Egan almost fuck you with his eyes? Did you think that this whole thing was going to be nice to me? Do you understand that we can't be what they are asking?” I tell her almost raising my voice, I didn't mean to but I can't help it. “Chrissy I'm running mad over you, I'm losing my fucking mind ‘cause of you—” My ten figures bury themselves into my hair which is beginning to dry up. I look away from her, I needed to tell her things as they are. I'm not good at pretending.
“Dayle... We can't—” she's trying to speak but I won't listen to her shit that requires us to act like we didn't care about us. It makes me sick.
“It. Makes. Me. Sick. Thinking about you and everything makes me sick!” I tell her one more time.
“Dayle, calm down. Please? I'm getting hurt just as you are getting hurt, I've never felt this way and I don't know what to think, I like Egan, yes, but I love you... But now, things have got to change. We can't act differently, we have to be good enough. Let's just try!” she says to me but I can't hear any of those, I know what she wants us to do but it's not what we want, we want more than just being forceful step-siblings.
“If you think that any of those things would make me change a shit—you lie. Chrissy—” I grab her both arms. “You can't cut me off like that like you didn't want us to be together... I fucking swear that no one has to know that we love each other—”
I know I sound stupid. She pushes me away from her.
“Do you know how you sound?” her face squeezes into a frown but it's all sexy to me, it's turning me on the more. “I just came to tell you that I'm sorry for whatever... Or maybe I was the reason you left home for hours... I don't want any more problems! I do hope you understand—”
I didn't let her finish and so I interrupt.
“Kiss me, Chrissy,”
“What? Dayle are you—”
“Fucking kiss me, Chrissy!”
I can't hold myself, I go over to her like lightening and start ravaging her sweet honeyed lips, I'm hungry for them, my hands rummage her whole body until it's reaching beneath her satin robe, I feel her skin—the one that gleams in day and dark, smooth and salacious, I prey on her neckline as she throws her neck back...
She pushes me hard and throws a slap on my face.
“We can't do this, please!” she exits my room and I get agitated and start punching the wall and I start to bleed. We loved it, she liked it and how easy was it for her to switch moods to amplify the moment. I'm more than obsessed and crazier by the day for Chrissy.