Chapter 93

***Dayle***

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For some hours, Chrissy made me forget that had a matter that should be dealt with. She recommended that I speak with Dad otherwise he'd continue to be a shitty state of mind—and also, I would get to heal faster if we were in a better state of mind. She made me realize that Brandon or Freya had nothing on me and it would be my decision to end up with them. She made a point. She was right.
When we drove into the premises, we were escorted by the securities, I'm sick and tired of their asses hovering over us but I won't complain. I get the whole essence of the security thing. I need my ass protected from those psychotics. Freya is a nightmare, I can't level up with her at the expense of the remaining sanity I have left.
Once the doubled doors are flung open for us to step in, Nina approaches throwing herself around me, she hugs Chrissy too.
“You brought him home, you're such an angel!” She tells Chrissy, I smile a little but then the curious lady in front of us catches a glimpse. “Ah, she made you smile too. We need more of Chrissy around here!” she says to me and I smirk. “How are you dear boy, are you okay?” she snuggles my cheeks
“I'm fine! I'm just gonna go up to my room!” I calmly tell her and she nods positively. Chrissy and I head upstairs l, she turns to me as soon as we step in the passageway. She takes my hands into hers gracing me with her unbeatable smile.
“How are you?” she asks but I didn't expect that question.
“I thought that you would kiss me and not ask!” I tease her, she shyly smiles skimming the area before she kisses my lips swiftly but it's not enough for me. I can't get enough of her lips. Heaven knows. I smile.
“You should see him now, just like we've talked about!” she adds and I nod positively. “You should always keep in mind that he loves more than you know. He's your father, Dayle, go easy on him too! I know you—you could wreck worlds with mere words!” she says and scoff and smirk. She starts walking off in the direction of her room, we see Ms. Lena from the extreme of the passage as well. And how the hell did she appear there? I ask. For how long has been there and why that spot? Plus, did she see us?
“...Hi, Mom!” Chrissy hollers at her, she's walking over to her while Ms. Lena and I jam eyes. She gives me a faint smile and a wave. I return the faint smile and head in the direction of the parents’ room. I hope that I'm thinking crazy things instead.
I enter the room and first, I sight Dad seeing the headlines. When he sees me—he takes up the remote controller to disable the TV as he turns to me fully.
“Can I have a moment?” I ask
He smiles instantly. “Why not?! Come over here,” he beckons at me as I walk over to him, I sit next to him on the bed. “what's the matter? Do you need something?”
“Came to talk!” I snap while he nods his head in agreement. “A lot has happened in the past few days and I've thought about several things. I'm caught up and confused but not anymore,”
His eyes widen a bit, he brigtens up too. “Really?”
“I... I need you in my life and I can't end up with Freya, you have to promise me that I wouldn't have to—”
“Dayle,” he interrupts planting a hand on my shoulder. “I ain't letting that happen at all. I won't. Not even Brandon is man enough to take you, everything I’ll be executing will be with your consent. As far as I'm concerned, you're my first son!” he heaves a sigh. “I've been unfair to you over the truth and I regret every bit of it but I'm happy that after everything you're still choosing me—”
“You saw that coming, didn't you?!” I tease with a short smile, he gives me broader smile.
“Things are unpredictable but I scaled through.” he says, “You are my responsibility Dayle, you should leave the rest to me and prepare for Prom and Graduation. Morgan says it's in two days, he says that you're the valedictorian of the ceremony. I'm so proud of you, Dayle!”
“Thanks, Dad!”
We share a hug, I realized that I've been hurting over a little matter—I mean, I've got the best father and why the fuck should I be perturbed over an ass in prison? How could he surface after years, what happened the early years? Fuck, I don't want to think about it.
“Go to bed, live your normal life! Leave the rest of the family matters to Owen Theodore, I'm the father of the house and so it's my responsibility.
“Love you, Dad!” I tell him him and he smiles back at me. I rise to leave but then the door creaks open, Ms. Lena walks in with her signature smile but it's mild anyways. I have to speak with Chrissy, I need to know if she's okay or not?
I leave the room without looking in her direction, I still feel her eyes on me and I know that she's bothered that I'm not actually acknowledging her presence in her life.

*
I'm done freshening up, I'm set for bedtime but I still haven't spoken with Chrissy. I've got to. I need to. She's explicitly divine, she's just the girl I need in my fucking life. I swear that she's the death of me.
I slide into my shoes making my way out of my lonely large room. Knowing fully well that Chrissy could fill it up puts me at ease. I enter the room forgetting to knock, I know that I'm a constant dickhead around this girl. She's gonna get mad, I tell myself.
“Who's—”
“It's Dayle! My bad! I need the time in the whole world to learn about manners!” I tell her truthfully and so she smiles instead. I close the door behind me striding up to meet her. Her legs are crossed sitting on the bed, she is dressed in a big white round neck and I can't see what's beneath except that I see her long white socks hugging her feet. To what I've seen, it seems like she's been working on her computer—I have no idea what she's working on. She puts away her computer while I hop in to join her.
“What are you working on?”I ask
“Erm... Just looking over my application. Haven't gotten an email just yet!” she says with a bit of a sad tone.
“Harvard?”
“Harvard.” she purses her lips finely. “You? What are your plans? Can't believe that prom is in two fucking days, Dayle!”
“Yeah.” I coldly reply and lean on the frame taking a deep breath. “Speaking about plans, I don't know. Where you study, I'll study!”
“That's cute! Beautiful!” she says and I nod. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah! Dad’s gonna handle it and whatever—I’m not sure what I wanna do with my life! I've never had an ambition you know—just so used to having things done.”
“Some of us have to struggle and—”
“Fucking stop,” I chuckle. “You an A student, the hell!”
She laughs, “I meant the life struggle part!”
“But not anymore! You know, I think that since you're in my life, I don't have to be indecisive about what I really want to accomplish in life. I'll think it over and then decide.” I explain and she rubs my thighs swiftly.
“I know you'll come up with something great! Whatever it is” she says. When we lean in to kiss, a knock interrupts. Fuck, I scream in my head which reminds me of Ms. Lena.
“Expecting someone?” I ask and she shrugs her shoulder as if not sure. She steps out of the bed to get the door.
“...Oh, Nina! I almost forgot.”
“...Is this going to be enough? I can add—”
“...No, it's fine. Just fine!” Chrissy snaps taking the small tray from her and then she closes the door. It's some dessert.
She walks up to the bed and hops on it while I take the tray from her not to splatter allover.
“I almost forgot that I requested this from Nina!”
“Why wouldn't you? You've been thinking about Harvard all through!” I tease her and she chuckles. She scoops from it and takes it down before she turns to me.
“My sick manners, let's eat!” she offers bit I nod negatively. “No way, I'm not Nina or everyone out there, I'm the one you love, remember?” she purs out hotly and my body responds. She feeds me a spoonful. I take it down, not even a second adds before our lips come crashing on each other’s. We kiss intently, salacious, imprinting a constant urge to take her down instead.
When our kiss breaks, she continues scooping from the bowl. I stare attentively at her lips, they are heaven on earth, I want to taste over and over again. How could a girl’s lips get me this hooked and not to talk of her lower lips. Fuck. The thought of it tickles my fancy, my dick starts to twitch. I adjust my position to make sure that I'm not erect, I can't let Chrissy see me know n such a state—vulnerable and horny and besides we have to talk about earlier.
“Chriss?”
“Mmmm Dayle, are you sure you don't wanna have some?!” she teases
“Nope! I'd rather have whiskey compared to THAT!” I retort nonchalantly.
“Mean dickhead!” she cusses at me and I scoff.
“Did Ms. Lena ask you about anything?”
“Anything? Like what?” she stops scooping
“Just anything!” I add but Chrissy seems lost which means that they didn't discuss anything.
“No. Why are you asking? Is there a problem? We talked but not about something primal.” she continues with her appetizer.
“Did she see us kiss?” I ask and then she puts away the bowl, with a long face.