Dirty And Dangerous Obsession

Derek’s Point of View

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as my jaws dropped the moment those words rolled off his lips. My father was so tense and visibly scared that he had to clench his fingers into a fist just to control himself, which I had never seen before. I thought he was the bravest, but how then can a mere little girl scar him to the core?

I quickly knelt in front of him and held his hands, “Dad, what do you mean we are doomed.” I asked, gazing into his eyes. And the fear in his eyes remained intact.

He rolled himself away from me and turned his back on me. He let out a soft sigh, “Joanna might not be connected to that little girl, but this moon-sharped necklace says a lot. However, I know she’s still alive, and she will come for us. I mean all of us, because I can sense it. I can feel the intensity of her revenge, and I can sense that it shows no mercy. He turned to face me, his voice breaking, “And you have to protect us. You have to save us from her revenge.” He blurted out in a rush, then swiftly wheeled himself back to me and took hold of my hands.

“How? What revenge are you talking about, Father? What did you people do to her that would make her seek revenge? And what do you mean by she’s still alive? Were you expecting her to be dead?” I boomed him with questions.

“My instincts are telling me that she’s alive. Nothing! We did nothing to her. However, you have to find her and eliminate her!” His voice was cold and filled with desperation as he shivered and remained completely restless.

“No, not again!” I flared up, pulling my hands away from his grip, taking two steps away from him, and shaking my head in disagreement.

“What?!” He exclaimed.

“Yes, you heard me. I’m not killing anyone for you! Enough of all this killing innocent people.” I furiously yelled out.

“Then be prepared to bury your father!” He fired back, angrily pointing his index finger at me.

I scoffed loudly, “At least that would be the price you have to pay for all your evil deeds over the past thirty-five years!” I knew he was trying to threaten me, but that won’t work on me.

He suddenly burst into a loud, dry laughter. He was laughing for almost three minutes before he stopped he sent me a murderous glare, “Talking as if you are almost different from your father.” He muttered, rolling his eyes.

I began pacing around the sitting area, as my mind was wandering with numerous thoughts, instantly, the main reason why I came to see him stroke me so hard on the head. I veered to look at him as silence engulfed everywhere. I sighed before I broke the silence.

“Why did you killing the girls? Why do you always ask me to kill them? I have patiently waited for all these this year for you to one day at least, tell me your reasons and intention. But you have never attempted to.” I poured out my heart to him.

“Since I have never attempted to tell you my reason, then let it remain that way.” He said nonchantedly, shrugging his shoulders.

“Then if you are not ready to tell me? Then suit yourself. Count me out when she comes after you, people.” I attempted to threaten him to see if he would surrender, while I made my way out of his mansion.

“You must find that girl and eliminate her! Otherwise, your mother and Joanna will pay for your stubbornness!” His voice rang out, and his words made me stop dead in my tracks, my shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Can you leave them out of this?” My voice came out weakly as a few tears escaped my eyes, which I quickly wiped away with the back of my hand.

“If that will make you bend to my wishes. You left me with no choice, Derek.” He uttered nonchalantly and wheeled himself toward me.

“You are selfish and evil!” I groaned, my eyes bloodshot, as I seethed with rage, clenching and unclenching my fists.

“The life of Dark Jins is at stake. Only you can save us.”

I turned back in the direction of the exit, saying, “I will think about it.” I started walking away.

“Aren’t you spending the night here?” He yelled after me.

“This building is suffocating me,” I exclaimed, as I exited the building and hopped into my car. I checked my wristwatch, and it was 4:22 AM. I angrily and quickly drove back home.

Within two hours, I got home and alighted from my car. I stormed into my mansion and headed straight to my room. I stood in front of the large mirror, gazing at my own reflection.

“YOU MUST FIND THAT GIRL AND KILL HER! OTHERWISE, YOUR MOTHER AND JOANNA WILL PAY FOR YOUR STUBBORNESS.” His words echoed loudly in my ear, as the rage within me swelled like a simmering volcano.

“Ugrrh!” I let out an ear-splitting scream, knocking the contents of the table to the ground. My heart felt like it would explode any moment from now, as I kept wondering when all these would end. I angrily delivered a powerful punch to my mirror, causing it to shatter into pieces and scatter shards all over the floor.

Suddenly, Dovon barged into my room and exclaimed, “Derek, what are you doing!” He screamed and ran fully into the room, and wrapped his arm around me.

I melted into his arms and broke down into tears, crying like a baby.

“It’s going to be okay.” He soothed me with words, as I cried harder.

“Why. Why, Doven. Why does he always do this? Why does he always involve my mother? Why?” I lamented with a trembling voice. “That woman has been hidden in his dark dungeon and has been under torture ever since I was born. I have only had the chance to meet her since I was 8 years old. Why is he being so cruel? Why?” I sobbed even harder.

“Everything will be fine.” He kept saying, smoothing my back. “You need to sleep on it and deal with any issues you have with him when you wake up. But for now, you need to sleep.” He advised me, and slowly pulled away from the hug, leading me to the bed. “Now, lie down.” “He commanded, pointing at the bed.”

Instantly, I was struck with a mighty headache as my vision became blurry. I quickly grabbed my head and slumped onto the bed, still clutching my head. “Urgh!” I hissed in pain.

Doven felt my temperature with the back of his hand. “Fuck! Derek, you have a fever.” He muttered. Within a second, he rushed out and came back with a bowl of warm water and a small hand towel. “Lie down.” He helped me and lay on my bed, covering me up with the duvet.

“I don’t want to sleep.” I politely declined, still trying to suppress the headache I was feeling.

“You are not a robot, Derek. You have a goddamn blood running through your veins. You don’t have to act strong all the time. You need rest and a good night’s sleep too.” He scolded, sounding angry.

I tried to shut my eyes, but Idris’s face suddenly clouded my mind, and my eyes sprang open. I began searching for my phone while Doven sat down beside the bed and stared at me with a furrowed brow.

“What are you looking for?” He asked as he squeezed the water out of the small towel he was holding.

“I need to call Jaxon. I promised Idris that I’m going to bring back his mother.” I restored, retrieving my phone from my pants pocket.

He quickly snatched it away from my grip, saying, “Don’t worry, Joanna will bring her back.” He said and thrust my phone aside.

My face screwed up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what he just said. “What do you…?”All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I-I mean to say, Joanna will come back.” You don’t have to call Jaxon.” He hastily replied, avoiding eye contact.

“But I wasn’t talking about Joanna here.” I was talking about Gardy. And you said, Joanna will bring her back.” I pointed out.

“I-I- was talking nonsense. Don’t take me seriously.” He quickly handed me my phone. “Call Jaxon and tell him what you want.”

My gaze was fixed on him, as I collected my phone and dialed Jaxon’s line, however my gaze was still fixed on him. I was indeed sure that Doven was hiding something from me, but I remained calm because I believed that nothing was hidden under the sun.

After a few rings, he answered. I told him what I wanted and ended the call. I lay down on the bed, and Doven began massaging my head with a warm towel. After a while, my eyes slowly closed. Sleep took over, as I wished Joanna could be fine where ever she is.