Chương 9: Surprise
"Uhh.. I see. You already met one of the surprise, doll." Dylan said in a nervous tone.
I got relief hearing Dylan's voice because I was really scared of this guy.
I looked past this new guy to look at Dylan. I was trying to ask him by my eyes about this all time scowling guy.
"Why the hell are you calling her doll? You reserved this nickname for our sister! For our Grace, damn it!" He shouted at Dylan.
I flinched at his loud voice even Dylan flinched a little at that. He seemed really pissed off.
And I was shocked with this new piece of information. Dylan planned to call his blood sister 'doll' , but here he is calling his adopted sister by that nickname!
What the hell?
"Damon, meet our sister Grace!" He cheerfully introduced me ignoring the shouts and scowls that he was getting from this Damon guy.
Our sister.. That means he was one of the brothers..
I looked at him to see something crossed his face and I was so close to reading it. But the unknown emotion that he showed after Dylan called me their sister vanished in thin air.
"Adopted sister!" I corrected brother Dylan immediately but I think that was a wrong move.
"What?!" Damon's grey eyes almost turned to black when he heard me. He was almost shaking with anger.
"HOW DARE YOU?" Damon roared like a beast and approached Dylan at a fast pace.
Before me and Dylan could understand anything a hard punch landed square to the jaw of Dylan and he lost his balance by the sudden hit and fell on the floor.
I gasped loudly. My hands automatically covered my mouth.
It was from this demon.. Oops Damon. Damon punched his own brother without reason. What kind of brother he is and I wonder what kind of foster brother he would be? But one thing for sure I don't like him. I am telling you he is definitely a bad news.
"Dylan! Bro, are you okay?" I shouted and was going to help him but Damon showed me his hand and stopped me.
"I am warning you for the last time, girl! Do not call him brother! He is not your brother." He shouted at me. His eyes were full of anger and hatred for me. My eyes automatically brimmed with tears in anxiety for getting shouted at.
"And you!" He shouted at Dylan while pulling him by the collar to put him back on his feet.
"How dare you! How dare you to call some roadside orphan our sister?! " He asked in a thunderous tone and shook Dylan hard.
Ouch! That hurt!
'I wasn't begging to be your sister, Mr Rude!' I wanted to shout it out. But I love my jaw way more than my childish ego. So, I kept quiet.
"ANSWER ME!" He again shouted.
'Give him the chance!' I also shouted but of course in my head.
"Give me the chance!" Dylan also shouted at him and gave him a hard push.
Damon stumbled back a few steps but balanced himself at the last moment. He glared at Dylan but didn't say anything to him. Then he turned to look at me. He looked at me from head to toe making me uncomfortable.
"Wait. I will give you the chance after throwing this girl out. I don't think she's needed here." He said coldly.
Wait, what?
He walked up to me and clutched my right upper hand tightly and started to drag me. His grip was really tight on my hand and I am sure it was going to leave a mark. I was feeling really humiliated.
By then some tears already made their way out of my eye sockets. I was whimpering because of the tight hold and ..because of the insult.
I was never thrown out of the house. Yes, I lived with a lot of family but no one threw me out ever.
Suddenly I felt a tug at my left hand making me stop walking. Maybe Mr Rude also felt that cause, he angrily turned at me thinking I may have stopped walking. When he realized it wasn't me, we both looked at the source of the tug to find out it was Dominic who was holding my left hand in a determined grip.
"Let me decide that, Damon, if she is needed here or not." He said in the most cold voice that I heard till now and that caused me to shiver in intimidation, though that wasn't directed to me.
Damon looked at him in confusion and soon that turned into an angry scowl.
"Leave her hand right now!" Dominic ordered in an authoritative tone.
"She is an imposter like others! She is here to take our sister's place and I will never let that happen till I am alive. I will throw her out!" He gritted the words out while looking at me with pure rage and hatred.
I looked down while tears were continuously rolling down out of my eyes. His words made me feel like a criminal, a cheapster. I am not here to take his sister's place. Heck, I don't even want to stay here.
But who will make him understand that!
Dylan was a silent spectator in this like me but the difference was this was happening with me yet I was like an audience. Because these two guys from both sides are deciding everything for me.
"I said LEAVE HER HAND!" Dominic shouted harshly at Damon. I whimpered at the harshness.
But it worked. Dominic immediately left my hand and took a step back.
As soon as I was free from Damon's grip Dylan was immediately by my side. I took deep breaths to calm my nerves. Dylan pulled me in his embrace and I let him hug me as I needed that badly. Otherwise I would have collapsed on the floor.
I am not crying anymore but the thing just happened left a bad taste in my mind. It made me feel super uncomfortable.
I don't want Damon to fight with his brothers thinking I was here to take his sister's place but he was not fully wrong. After all I am not their sister, so why the hell they kept saying that I am their sister!
It's irritating! I understand you this once Mr Rude. But... I still don't like you!
"Why the heck are you taking her side? Wait a minute, is it true that you adopted her?" Damon asked angrily while pointing his finger accusingly at me.
Dylan immediately covered my ears with his hands so that I wouldn't hear the bad word Damon said that I already heard.
I have to break his misconceptions about me not cursing. I curse a lot. In my mind only. But I got a feeling that soon it was going to change.
God forbids! I don't like cursing.
"Why don't we do the remaining discussion at my office, young boy? At my office right now!" Dominic ordered him with a tone that says no denying.
Mr Rude walked upstairs without a word after giving me a murderous glare.
I looked down at my shoes but it was not interesting at all.
Dominic then looked at me and pulled my head up by my chin and looked at my eyes. He gave me a small reassuring smile and patted my head.
"We will talk later, Grace." Then he looked at Dylan who was still holding me by shoulder.
"Dinner is ready. Feed her well and you also have dinner. Then take her to one of the guest rooms till her room is ready." He ordered Dylan who nodded eagerly.
Then he gave me a last smile before heading upstairs to the office to have a talk with Damon.
I swear Dominic is bipolar. You can't swap attitude in a second!
"Let's go, Grace. Let us fill that little tummy." He said in his usual cheerful self.
I looked up at him. He had a small cut under his lips just like I had. I seriously don't like Damon for doing this to Dylan.
"I see. The punch knocked some sense into your head." I joked to make the air around me less thick.
He seemed confused.
"Not calling me doll, you see?" I cleared his confusion with a smirk.
He returned one and he's back to his playful mood.
"You are not escaping from it. I am just giving it a break till Damon gets all the things." He winked at me.
I laughed.
"Sure." I smiled and let him pull me towards the dining room.
He pulled me a chair. I sat on it. Then he pulled a chair beside me and sat down also.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"He is Damon, my older brother, after Dominic." He said.
"If it's the surprise you were talking about, I didn't like it at all." I said sarcastically.
"Yeah.. I figured it out. But don't worry you will definitely like the next surprise." He said while serving both of us some delicious dinner.
Oh God! One more surprise!
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