Chapter 97

***Dayle***

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03:15 pm,
Chrissy and I have had crazy episodes with our friends and the school entirely, I'm glad that she was able hold on strongly even if I didn't like the things Egan had said to her, it was degrading and more like he never loved her. That was unfair. I could say such things to any other girl but not to Chrissy. I admit that I've said shitty things to several girls that I have casually fucked but it has gauges and limits.
Chrissy and I have agreed to speak with our parents after dinner, but I also need to know how she's holding up right now. She's been moody the whole time. I step out of my room descending the stairs, I'm headed for the kitchen. I sight Brenda cleaning the counters while humming to a song, I clear my throat to capture her attention. She veers to face me instantly with a wide grin.
“Hello sir, may I help you?”
“Sure. Chriss and I would like to have some chocolate cakes and smoothies. The movie room.”
“Perfect. Right away!”
“Thanks!” I faintly smile walking away while she continues humming to the song that is alien to me. I head for Chrissy’s room immediately. Again, I didn't remember to knock but then she's not in bed or anywhere around.
“Chriss?”
I call out but there isn't a response but I hear the gushes of water—the shower. She's probably having a bath.
“Chriss!”
She doesn't respond, I'm tempted to go in there with her but then I shouldn't triple her problems, she would think that I'm being inconsiderate. I wait in the room, I sight a novel on the edge of her bed. I take it up and starting a canning through, it's titled ‘Love’s Epistle’. Captivating title, I tell myself flipping through the pages, she's stuck on page 187 chapter 85, my eyes land on a paragraph that gets my attention.

^Everyone says that he's a sin but he's not to me, he's a dream come through. As I close my eyes I reminisce on the taste of his lips that leaves a mark of dark desires which my mind wants to badly explore—most times, I try to picture what he’d feel like when he eventually thrusts his rod inside me, I have visualized his length to...^

“Dayle?” I hear Chrissy call out snapping me out of the realm that this novel has driven me into, why is Chrissy reading such an erotic book as this? She grabs the novel from my hand tucking it under a pillow. I smile.
“‘Most times, I try to picture what he’d feel like when he eventually...’ what's that word again?” I ask teasingly, I want her to complete the statement.
“Thrusts...” she snaps and covers her mouth shyly. “Jeez, you weren't supposed to see that. Why are you sneaking up on my things, Dayle, it's not fair. Don't ever read my stuff...” she warns me pouting and I surrender
“Yes, but I hope not to see that book again. And why are you reading such a book, Chriss? Wouldn't you get horny or something?” I ask curiously
“It's just a book, Dayle, no one gets horny over a book—”
“That's a lie! Porno turns me on not to talk of a novel as hot as this,” I retort
She scoffs. “That's porno and not a book!”
“What's the difference, they are both aiming at one thing, getting the viewer or reader horny!” I explain while she gives me that ‘I give up’ look. “Sad truth!” I snap and she throws a hand towel at me. She's dressed in a mini dress that has got this cat designs on it. It's sexy and super short. She walks over to the dresser and pulls the stool dropping on it, she starts drying her hair with a hand dryer. “Seriously, are you horny?”
“Quit it, Dayle!” she snaps proudly.
“Okay!” I snap knowing her real intentions, she's somewhat horny—I can tell. “I told Brenda to prepare cakes and smoothies, come meet me in the movie room!” I rise up to leave. She turns to me at once.
“Why? I mean, that's sweet but I don't feel like seeing any movie today,” she turns away
“And reading an erotic novel is not an option either, I'll be waiting!” I head to the door while she groans but the sound of that makes me horny too. Did she know? Her novel has got an effect on me. Poor Dayle.

*
We are seeing a movie that she ended up picking, it's a romcom, she didn't like the Mortal Combat that I opted for, I have no objection. We start eating the cakes like we haven't had a meal the whole day.
“I guess it was terrible with Ken and Elle, yeah?” I ask diverting her attention from the movie.
“I thought that we wouldn't have to talk about it!” she says coolly
“Don’t you think that we should? I was concerned about you—I’m fucking concerned about you and you know that!”
She sighs. “It was ugly. Rained cusses. Called me names. They don't wanna hang out with me. Again!”
“Same as me. Steve left, he wants to have nothing to do with me. Egan went off but he's fucking getting on my nerves—that guy is just some work.”
She places a hand on my thigh slightly rubbing it.
“We'll be fine!” she shrugs it off and continues to eat.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” she scoffs
“Take care of everyone but not yourself?”
She smiles. “I don't. I'm not even doing a thing,”
“You are doing a lot! I've been a jerk to have messed with you from the very beginning,” I start while she sips from her drink. “Molly pushed me into a whole bunch of stuff and now she wants to drag you into our shit—my shit? I should be the one suffering for them. Alone!”
“No Dayle, she's got nothing on you, not even on me. I'm just scared that she has got the video, we should think of how to get rid of that!” she advises and I agree. The last time the list got leaked, Cisco took it off, he developed the school’s sites and so he knows what to do. I didn't have to go to him and he did it regardless, I appreciated him but I can't go to him knowing fully well that Molly might do something outrageous. That bitch. I've always known that she was only using Chrissy, I don't know if Chrissy understood the bitch’s scheme.
“I feel like she used me,”
“Feel?“ I scoff with distaste. “That bitch used you to get to me, Chriss! We constantly take advantage of the good things around—I’m not exempted!”
She looks away from me.
“Am I a fool now? Ken thinks so. Elle thinks so. Egan thinks so. Basically everyone fucking thinks that I'm stupid and I can't think on my own...” she starts flaring up with the streaks of frustration tagged on her face then she turns to me. “Dayle, do you think that I'm stupid too?”
I smile taking her hands into mine. “Last time I checked, we were the stupid ones and not YOU, baby! Every good person in Hemsville is tagged stupid and everyone bad person is tagged cool—you know the stats better and every bad person in Hemsville ends up regretting the piece of shit that they've been. Didn’t you know?”
She gives a weak smile. “I'm just exhausted, I'm worn out. It's a lot to handle!” she throws her head back offhandedly but I start trailing kisses on her neckline, she holds me firmly before we share a passionate kiss. Now, she smiles at me gracefully.
“That was relieving!” she adds as we share another kiss before continuing to munch on the cakes.

*
08:27 pm,
After dinner, I head to Dad’s study. He's been there for a couple of minutes. Whenni enter, Dom was just about to leave. Thats fair.
“Hi, Dad! Hi, Dom!” I say to them and they smile at me.
“Yes, son! What's the matter?”
“I wanna talk to you and it can't wait until tomorrow. Please!” I explain.
“Good night, sir!”
“You too, big man!” Dad says.
Dom pats my arm and whispers ‘Bye, Kiddo!’ and I curtly smile as he storms off. Dad walks over to the couch and drops on it untieing his necktie. He sighs out.
“What's the matter, Dayle? Need money? I've got your stylist on check, he'd be coming before Prom’s night! Same as Chriss.” he tells me
“Thanks but I'm not here for money or anything like that, I have something to tell you. You're gonna get mad for sure but please don't interrupt me while I speak, do you promise?”
“Sure. Go ahead!” he snaps as I drag a chair and sit. He's contemplating anyway.
“As it stands now, I'm not related to you by blood but you're my Dad...” he nods proudly. “And nothing will change that! Same as Ms. Lena being my Mom,” he nods again. “but the thing is...” I pause to breath out. “Chrissy is not your biological daughter but you're a father to her... And...” I'm speechless. “I just want to you to know that I'm really sorry and I'd like you to understand my point of view! The thing is, I'm... I'm in love with Chrissy—”
“You've got to kidding, right?”
“Dad you promised not too interrupt,”
“To hell with that!” he raises his voice. “How could you let yourself fall off in such a manner? The earlier you erase that damned thought the better for you! What do you know about love, Dayle?”
“We are seeing each other, like, she loves me too Dad!” I blurt out scarily
“NO damned WAY...”
He walks up to me and pulls me by the neck collar,
“You are not in love, you are just carried away!” he yells at me pushing me to the chair. I land on it like a bag of trash. “Are you out of your DAMNED MIND?”