Daphne Blake Sisters Novels & Stories

I couldn't stand to be there any longer, it was written all over my face how I felt and it would only take a matter of seconds for John to figure it out. I stopped on the way up the stairs, remembering what Emma-- I mean Eva, said. I whipped around, going back in the direction of the kitchen then I heard yelling. "I was drunk not fucking blind Blake, she was on top of you." "And I'm fucking telling you that that's not what happened." "Oh so you're trying to tell me that I didn't see my baby sister straddling your fucking lap? I'm not stupid Blake." My heart sank to the soles of my feet, I knew he saw us but he passed out the next second so I didn't think he actually saw anything.

Her hands gently traced his features, loud sobs escaping her lips. "Who would dare to hurt my baby brother like this, wah?!!" "Second sis, you're crying so loud, it's almost deafening", Dylan winced, shielding his sensitive ears with his hands. Two more figures stepped in, Daryl and Diane stared at the utterly distraught Daphne, before silently shifting to Dylan's helpless face. Daphne held his arms, shaking him so vigorously as she wailed pitifully. Her tear stricken face looked almost gut wrenching, luckily her makeup was water proof.

I shake out my hands next and start pacing back and forth. “You okay, Ophelia?” Daphne appears by my side, her phone in hand as always. She’s dressed in a t-shirt with my name printed across it and a pair of jeans, with a blazer thrown on over the ensemble. She reminds me of Carolanne, and I’ve dubbed her my older sister. She’s been so attentive, helpful, and even kind to me. I’ve cherished her advice and compassion, so I know I can share my anxieties. “I’m nervous as hell, Daph. I don’t need to be. I’ve been rehearsing for months and know nothing impedes me.”