Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hybrid Twins Are Obsessed With Me: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

*POV=DABERE*“Cain?”The call was quiet for a while, before he burst into a deranged laughter from the other end.“Pretty little thing, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he said. I clutched my cell phone even harder. “What did you do with my father??” I asked. “How did you find me??”“You should have changed your home address for your hot shot school catalogue,” Cain said. “Would’ve taken months to figure out where you were. Thanks for the tip.”My heart sank to the soles of my feet. I’d changed my home address, that was the first thing I did the moment we got to Carsyava. Was it possible that the school had already sent out a catalogue just before we got here??My knees buckled, and I had to press a hand against the wall to stop from sliding to the ground. My lungs kept trying to suck in air, but nothing was going in. It was like the panic had wrapped its hands around my throat and refused to let go.“I already sent you two months' advance,” I muttered, unable to keep my voice f

*POV=DABERE*“I’ll do it,”My professor stared down at me, and something like relief flashing through his eyes but was gone in an instant, making me question whether it had ever been there in the first place.His eyes lit up slightly as he released my waist and took a few steps back.“Good girl,” he muttered, his lips tilted into what looked like a smile.My spine shivered and my mouth opened like I was trying to say something to retort his statement. Why did his words affect me just now?“You should go back to your party,” he continued, cutting me off before I could say anything.“Ohh,” I muttered. “Y-yeah.”He turned around to leave but suddenly, I remembered something.Back in Ogwama, he’d mentioned a no-killing policy. Did that mean he’d just beat Cain up again? Would that be enough to stop him and make him leave me alone? Clearly not, because he’d gotten beaten up the first time and that hadn’t stopped him.Maybe I hadn’t thought this through enough. Maybe I was making a mistake.

*POV=DABERE*I had no idea how I was still conscious, despite how difficult it was for me to take in air. My entire world was spinning as I stared down at my phone, tears blurring everything until the screen melted into a smear of light.Why was I even here? What was the whole point of getting into a school with the highest graduate employment rate? Everything I’d worked for up until now, what had it been for? What was the purpose of trying so hard to be successful if I had no one in the world to share it with?I held my cell phone in my trembling hands, my knees on the ground. Tears flooded my eyes but I was yet to make a sound, like my body had forgotten how to cry out.Then the phone rang.I froze.My vision blurred worse as I squinted at the screen, barely able to tell the numbers flashing across it. I picked the call and held it up to my ear. I didn’t say a word because it didn’t feel like I would ever be able to speak again. Someone was breathing on the other end. Waiting.“Ch

*POV=DABERE*The rays of the morning sun seeped in through our makeshift curtains on the windows and I blinked wide awake. I turned around to see Papa snoring soundly beside me and I sat up, stretching out my arms.The weekend rolled in faster than I’d expected.Today was Saturday, and I had a lot of work on my plate. First things first, clean out the house and wash the little clothes we had. I raced downstairs with an empty bucket and headed to the public water pump on our street.Buying those containers before school was the smartest move I’d made. At least Papa wouldn’t run out of water before I returned every weekend and fetched a fresh batch.After filling most of the containers we had, I took our laundry to the pump to do the washing there. I was aware how easily I would pass out from exhaustion if I walked the distance to our home all over again to get extra water for the laundry, so it was best to do everything at the pump and then come back home with clean, wet clothes. Doing

*POV=DABERE*“Let’s continue from where we left off, shall we?” He asked, staring right at me. It took a few blinks for me to realize he was talking to everyone about the course material, and not just to me.I let out a shaky breath and stared down at my jeans. He’d saved my life, I screamed that inside of my head over and over again, but I couldn’t stop my limbs from trembling, from the feel of his overwhelming presence basically snuffing the air out of my lungs.I opened up my textbook on my desk and tried to focus on my work. Even while he spoke during class, I did my best to avoid eye contact. I couldn’t find one way to describe what I felt. I knew I was terrified of him, and yet, this undeniable attraction I felt towards him simmered relentlessly underneath all of that fear. I had no idea where he’d stopped in the last class since I hadn’t attended, but thankfully from his following statements, we were still discussing the general introduction to forensic accounting.“We will