Devil In Disguise

CHAPTER 22

Dominic's POV

All my entire life, I got used to bottling up my feelings and keeping them to myself. I never talked to anyone about how I feel or shared to anyone a particular moment of my life. I don't know how to start my story or what to say first.

I trust Kara. She doesn't seem to me like the type of person to gossip and spread rumours about someone's personal life. I just hope she doesn't judge me for what she might find out and for what I might tell her.

"Uhm," I said and scratched my head. Shit. Of all the things I've done, this is what I'm nervous of doing.

"Me and Myst... are half brothers by our mom. Uhm, he was the son on mom's first marriage, and I was... kind of accidental," I said and when the words came out of my mouth I immediately realized that I said it the wrong way. I glanced at Kara, somehow afraid that she might understand it the wrong way and saw her listening attentively and looking at me intently, her face normal.

"By accidental, I mean, mom didn't have an affair. Accidental because, she was raped, and I was the result of that," I almost choked on the words as I forced them to come out of my mouth. I expected a look of revulsion from Kara but her expression remained the same as before. I wanted to read her mind but I'm too afraid to know what she's thinking of me.

"So, as you know, I was the son of the former principal, the one before principal Arthur. That's not true. It was actually Myst who was his son, and my father... is principal Arthur. Myst's father and mine are friends. And yes, I know, it looks bad, them being friends and then that happened..." great. Now I'm babbling out of my nervousness. What the fuck is going on with me? Why did I even decide to tell this story in the first place?

"So... you grew up with the former principal as your fatherly figure?" she asked and I nodded silently, feeling relieved that she understood it.

"Does... does principal Arthur knows that you're his son?" she asked and I nodded as well. The very thought of it makes my skin crawl. I hate him, I can't bring myself to accept that he is my father. We've made it very clear to each other that I hate him and he hates me as well. But my hatred for him is different, I hate him with so much passion and dedication.

I cleared my throat and continued. "Many people hated me as a kid. Myst's father hated me because I remind him of mom's tragedy. Even my own father hates me too because I was a reminder of his mistake. When mom was still carrying me, Myst's father tried to force her into having an abortion but she wanted to keep me and begged Myst's father to keep me as well, sustain my needs and let me carry his surname. He eventually agreed, but after that he grew cold to mom and they would often fight. Sometimes it gets physical. Dad didn't care even if me or Myst was there. If he wanted to hurt mom, he will."

- Flashback -

"Dominic, let's go upstairs," Myst told me while I was playing with my toys in the salas. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

"I'm still playing," I whined and went back to my business. "You go ahead, I'll follow," I said.

He knelt down in front of me and grabbed my hands, pulling me to stand up. "Don't be stubborn, let's go!" he said and I pushed him away from me.

"Why are you grabbing me? I don't want to go with you!" I retaliated. He was about to say something back to me when we heard a loud thud from the stairs leading up to the second floor.

My eyes widened when I saw mom stumbling down the stairs. She was crying and her hair was a mess. Bruises were all over her face. I heard loud footsteps and saw dad coming after her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and shouting at her.