Family hero

***Dayle***

~
“Do you know the title of the novel he wants?” she asks me, she's on the ladder looking around while I'm leaning on the shelf. These things aren't my thing, I'll just let her know where and she'd do it for us.
“You mean what YOU want? Sure! I know that I could kiss you right now!” I tease and she groans angrily.
“Fuck you Dayle,” she maps without looking
“I want that. Badly.”
“Is it Harry Potter?” she asks pulling out the big book out of many.
“None other than that! Smart Chriss, more reasons why THIS whole thing is your thing!” I tease and she rolls her eyes and sighs. She steps down from the gliding ladder and walks over to me. “That was nice of you, Chriss!”
“Yes. I'm doing this for us—because of your hand...” she smiles and I do the same. I used to think that having a stepsoster was the worse idea ever but ever since—last night, it became the best idea. It's not Chrissy right here, major good. Just as I know, she is gleaming, her skin as radiant as ever, and her wavy blonde is adding up to her beauty. She placed the book on the mahogany desk next to us and takes my arm gently.
“How do you feel?” she asks in a very sift tone, it leaves me in an utter state of admiration for her. She rubs on the plastered wound and looks up at me. “Tell me, how does it feel now?”
“Better than ever. Alive. Strong. I feel wanted and appreciated by someone...”
“You mean the wound?!”
“You!” I pull her to my chest and she yelps a little. “Thanks for saving me Chriss, if you hadn't been there, I could have died—”
“But you didn't. You weren't meant to die at that time... We are still young...” she calmly says rubbing my arm. I hadn't thanked her ever since the incident, how cruel of me—i didn't know how to do it. It's no excuse, I feel awful. The least I could do was thank her appropriately.
“Thank you! I'll make it up to you in the best way I can!”
She smiles at me and slowly takes off her hand but I grab it, not letting go. She gazes at my hand and my eyes, she's contemplating on the idea, at least she knows that I'm not. I place her delicate hand on the left side of my chest.
“Do you feel it?” I ask and she nods a yes. “It's because of you. I'm indebted to you... And so, I made a promise to myself that whether or not you love me back, I'll spend my days loving you Chrissy.” she attempts to say a word, my index crosses her lips. Her eyes says it, she wants me. She loves me, she knows that I'm being honest about this but she's refusing to accept it and I understand. I'll keep being myself, until the time I win her over. Step-sibling or not. “I want you to know that I love you, more than a sibling should! It's the truest thing about me, Chriss!” I tell her once more.
“Dayle!”
“You don't have to tell me the same thing, I get it. You are cultured, you want to be cultured but... Some things don't work that way, I don't feel that way around you—cultured. I know that we are meant for each other...”
“Dayle, I'm with Egan... How does it make you feel?” she innocently asks
“Hell! If that's what you're asking. If he weren't my best friend, I could have hurt him very badly.” I snap. “I understand you, Chrissy!”
She nods lightly and we continue staring at each other, my hands slowly cup her smooth face before our lips curl up unhurriedly. It's growing in due time and there's the urge to take her with me but she's being cautious and so she pulls away. I have to make her believe that I'm really into her... I don't want fun...
“I shouldn't have!”
“Everytime we do this, I get hurt because we can't be and you're not helping! Dayle we can't—” she says to me, she's undoubtedly pissed.
“Chriss, we can—” I defiantly add.
“Dayle? Chris?” I hear Dom’s voice calling from the door before he enters. He stares at us suspiciously, wondering if we had just argued. Of course, nobody wants that.
“Is everything okay?” he asks us and she nods forcing a smile.
“Perfect!” Chrissy and I say in unison, that's fucking crazy.
“I see!” he nods slowly, slightly amazed over the whole thing. “Sir Theo is waiting.” he turns to Chrissy. “Could you hand him the book he demanded, while I...” he turns to me. “Speak with your brother.”
“Of course.” she says politely.
“Yeah thanks, and don't forget to be ready in thirty minutes, your father says that you both intend cruising town?!” he asks us both and I motion a yes.
“Okay. I'll go ahead and also prepare. Thanks!” she walks out of the library as his eyes veers to meet mine. He thinks that I've hurt her. I would never do that, bygones are bygones.
“What happened, Dayle?” he sternly asks crosses those big arms, I wonder if he has got a thousand torn shirts simply because of his large arms.
“Nothing big guy, we just spoke about something...” I explain brieftly
“Like what?”
“You are not expecting that I'd tell you, are you? No way Dom, it was nothing serious and to clear the air, I didn't hurt her. I would never hurt her!” I explain again and he seems satisfied this time.
“Sounds like a promise. Sir Owen has asked me to watch over you two, to make sure things are in order—I’m just doing my job!” he says
“No. That wasn't a job, you're acting like a big brother and it fucking sucks. Fucking, honest!” I tell him and he shrugs his shoulders.
“I'm used to your shenanigans young man, you can't spew me.” he taps me on the arm, it almost hurt even if it's not the wounded arm. “Go get ready, I'm going to make sure you are driving your asses safe—without being under the influence of alcohol.” he proudly adds before leaving.

~
Chrissy and I had been talking about childhood and that was when I understood her initial background, she didn't have a good father, in fact, he is a blood sucking dickhead. That's how vest I can describe that would hurt that much, like how could a man be that ungrateful to have a hottie as a wife and daughter. I pray I don't meet him, I'm gonna fuck him up. I'll mess his balls up.
“Did he ever call back?” I ask her
“He wouldn't. It's Garry, he wouldn't. He is probably dead or something—for once in my life, I feel heavenly to hate him!” she says and that alone makes me smile. I love this side of her too. I told her that it didn't necessary to talk about him since it hurts her that bad, I mean, I'm basically pissed at that.
“Are you returning to school tomorrow?” she eats from the ice cream that we both decided to have. Dom is somewhere around in his car, he's watching us with Hawks’ eyes thinking that I’d be a miscreant. I won't. I fold my arns on eve table and stare at her.
“I should. I miss Hemsville. I did miss you when I wasn't there but great—we are here. Together.” I tell her and she smiles. She mutters ‘silly’ under her breath.
“I like your willingness!” were the only words she utters.
“If I had asked you out before Egan, would you have agreed?” I didn't mean to ask but I couldn't hold it back either.
“You were late.” she snaps. Wait what? She liked me all those while? My mind begins to hover back in time, when we would lock us, she’d purposely stare at me, and then the first time we had an argument about at the hallway... For me, it was the time I began to realize that I felt something for her. And then when she hopped on Egan’s bike to the moment I saw them kissing in the pool, not to talk of the time she said yes to him, and then our argument under the bridge was when I finally gathered the guts to tell her that I actually loved her. Not with my words but it was our first kiss...
“The truth is, you've always been my crush from day one—regardless of that clash at the camp. You were my crush all through!”
Hearing her say these things to me makes me leap even more, I had been the guy she first liked? It wasn't even Egan? Just wow, I feel on top of the world. No fucking doubt.
“And you? When did you decide to notice me first?” she asks biting her lips, waiting on my response.
No way, I can't tell her that it was the time that I had been given my Fuck-List, she was meant to be my last option, little did I know that I'd fall in love with her. Now I have Jess to fuck with but I'm just thinking twice. I mean, I love Chrissy and I just dont know if I want to fuck Jess. I can't tell.
I can't tell her about the list or else, I'm officially fucking screwed.
“When I saw you kissing Egan in the pool!”
“Wait, you saw that?” Her eyes widened
“The whole thing. Like, did you have to just him? I was there for like five minutes before I made it known that I was there!” I feel super jealous. I know that it's glaring. I tell her the truth even if it's not the entire truth, this will work. She turns cold a little, scratching the back of her neck.
“It's fine, yeah? You also caught me banging Cindy, didn't you?” I ask nonchalantly and she rolls her eyes.
“Really? I also caught you finger-fucking Amber at Max’s party...” she blurts out to get back at me but I didn't know that part.
“You knew about Amber and I? For that long?”
“Yes Dayle, popular fuck boy who just turned my stepbrother, so yes. That long!” she snaps at me angrily and it pisses me off.
“Are you fucking serious? Are you trying to annoy me?” I ask, it isn't getting funnier anymore.
“No. Just the truths as they are!” she adds and I look away trying to keep calm. It's embarrassing at the same time. “Let's forget that we discussed about this, okay?! So, can you tell me more about Dad?”
I hiss. She's got to be kidding me right now, I'm fucking mad at her for getting at me that way—she’s talking as if the incident with Amber was on purpose or for her to see.
“Fuck that!”
Ice cream is now my appetizer since the girl I love is trying so hard to push me away either way. If not, what has knowing Dad got to do with this conversation?