MY REBIRTH LETTER

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School me p3 (page 20)

Sabastian


The soft melody doesn’t follow as Reagan and I walk on to the outside deck. Reagan closes the door, and turns to face me as I do him, sliding my hands comfortably in my pants pocket, “So you wanted to talk about Dainy, talk.” I tell him with the slight smile to my lips. This has waited long enough.
“Last year you came home and I remember asking you about your feelings toward Dainy, you brushed the whole thing off like you and her were nothin’, we both know that ain’t true Sabastian, I see it when you look at her man, the whole world sees it.”

His eyes and stance are both accusing. Yes accusing , when you look at his finger directly pointed at me, his left leg bent in the front whilst the right one is stretched at the back. Yes accusing , I would say again. He is accusing me of something he already knew the day he asked me about my relationship with Dainy, he knew there was something more, he just chose not to care.

The entire thing should be laughable, but I don’t feel the hilarity of this, no not at all. 

“What do you want me to tell you Reagan? That I don’t care about Dainy? I can’t, I’m in love with her , I have always been in love with her, why do you think I came back man? It was because of her. I had all these thoughts, all these scenarios planned in my head of how my girl and I were going to hash things out, but not once did I picture you in there, not one time did it even cross my MIND that you, who was supposed to be my brother , that was supposed to be my best friend was fucking my girl, MINE! So don’t stand there and accuse me when the one at fault looks right back at you in the mirror damn day.” 
The words tumble, as the wreckage that has become my heart shows itself. I don’t notice that I have my hands in tight fist still stuck in my pocket. I do notice Reagan’s shocked face, his blue eyes wide, his mouth set in an angry line and his forehead scrunched up in what I would say misery. 
“So this is how you really feel, you hate me for something I can’t change, I am not the one who left her here with a broken heart for someone else to pick up the pieces. You left her Sabastian, you were gone for a year, I didn’t even know you were coming back.” He yells and kicks the hand carved table. 
“I did what I had to,” I don’t raise my voice, “I made sacrifices for Dainy and I, and maybe now she chooses you but I guarantee you it won’t be forever, Dainy belongs to me, she has been mine all along Orniel, you just too blind to see it man.” 

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School me p3 (page 19)

Sabastian
Thanks.” Reagan gives her a tight smile, and I glare at him, as he is not really benefiting my point of having her here in Liston Hills. Alena doesn’t take well to unpleasant people. As far as she is aware Reagan and I are still good friends. 

“Alena can Mr Orniel and I have a moment, I’m afraid it is quite important.” I inform her with a smile that is as genuine as Reagan’s is fake.
“Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you Mr Orniel.” She smiles at Reagan, acknowledges me with a quick nod and walks away. I slip a hand out of my pants pocket and straighten my black bow tie as I watch Alena slip into the crowd of people. 
“What do you want to say Reagan? We both know you aren’t the guy who follows his fathers orders, especially one to agree to attend a formal business function.”  
He smiles , “No I am not, we need to talk about Dainy and you.” 
“Trouble in paradise??? There is no Dainy and I, but let us get this over with, follow me.” I say as I start walking a head of him, passing the guest and through the back doors leading to the side steps. 

I take it two at a time, the wooden floor spirals up onto the third floors deck. Reagan, Connor, Lucan, Jace, Mason and I used to spend our weekends up on this deck getting high. Those days were now just a memory. 

Mason was on his own beat since his dad found out about Sienna and him. They were distant cousins who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Sienna was now in boarding school in Manhattan. He blocked her out of his mind and now opted to spend more time with Dexter. 

Kylie considered her a sister. But nobody really spoke about her anymore. 

Jace is now living with Connor, Aiden and I across from Dainy’s place, but he couldn’t be more further away. Something is up with him. He is spending less time with Aiden which I find odd and more time in my space. 

Connor has been going to the Satan Sniper’s clubhouse on weekends helping them with security while the leaders search for Beggar, a supposedly female Mafia assassin. 

Lucan spent his time his time gaming as usual. He was supposed to live with us but changed his mind. Never looked forward to it anyway.

And Reagan was occupied with his mothers death, finding out who was behind it while focusing on my vixen and his cousin Lizzy. 
I spent my time protecting Dainy, doing business and keeping Reagan from finding out too much information with regards to Gina’s death among other things. 
We were all going our separate ways, growing in different directions. The one upside to it all was at least Connor, Jace , Aiden and I were in the same house, so we saw each other regularly. The one person that was missing was Dainy. 

 

School me p3 (page 19)

Sabastian



Thanks.” Reagan gives her a tight smile, and I glare at him, as he is not really benefiting my point of having her here in Liston Hills. Alena doesn’t take well to unpleasant people. As far as she is aware Reagan and I are still good friends. 

“Alena can Mr Orniel and I have a moment, I’m afraid it is quite important.” I inform her with a smile that is as genuine as Reagan’s is fake.
“Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you Mr Orniel.” She smiles at Reagan, acknowledges me with a quick nod and walks away. I slip a hand out of my pants pocket and straighten my black bow tie as I watch Alena slip into the crowd of people. 
“What do you want to say Reagan? We both know you aren’t the guy who follows his fathers orders, especially one to agree to attend a formal business function.”  
He smiles , “No I am not, we need to talk about Dainy and you.” 
“Trouble in paradise??? There is no Dainy and I, but let us get this over with, follow me.” I say as I start walking a head of him, passing the guest and through the back doors leading to the side steps. 

I take it two at a time, the wooden floor spirals up onto the third floors deck. Reagan, Connor, Lucan, Jace, Mason and I used to spend our weekends up on this deck getting high. Those days were now just a memory. 

Mason was on his own beat since his dad found out about Sienna and him. They were distant cousins who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Sienna was now in boarding school in Manhattan. He blocked her out of his mind and now opted to spend more time with Dexter. 

Kylie considered her a sister. But nobody really spoke about her anymore. 

Jace is now living with Connor, Aiden and I across from Dainy’s place, but he couldn’t be more further away. Something is up with him. He is spending less time with Aiden which I find odd and more time in my space. 

Connor has been going to the Satan Sniper’s clubhouse on weekends helping them with security while the leaders search for Beggar, a supposedly female Mafia assassin. 

Lucan spent his time his time gaming as usual. He was supposed to live with us but changed his mind. Never looked forward to it anyway.

And Reagan was occupied with his mothers death, finding out who was behind it while focusing on my vixen and his cousin Lizzy. 
I spent my time protecting Dainy, doing business and keeping Reagan from finding out too much information with regards to Gina’s death among other things.

 
We were all going our separate ways, growing in different directions. The one upside to it all was at least Connor, Jace , Aiden and I were in the same house, so we saw each other regularly. The one person that was missing was Dainy. 

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School me p3 (page 18)

Sabastian 

Time is a space ,a continuous movement from past to present to future. For me right now it is a reality check of my recent past, a guilty promise of my coming future and a regretful reality of my current state. The woman in my bed next to me is that regret. A big one.

I think back to the evening before. 

“Sabastian Delroy, could say I am surprised to see you here but that would be a wasted lie now would it? Considering your father is the host.” 
The black haired European beauty stares at me as she sips the crystal in her manicured hands. 

I’ve stood here in this corner just off the right side of the fire place, watching the bustle of people charade around our entertainment Hall in their branded attire and false faces. My father and Hector Stone haven’t left the table where they are currently seated. Which is not odd as the people in the circle would undoubtedly make contact with the two most richest men in this room.


“How are you Arena?” My eyes travel down her short pearly white dress and toned legs down to her silver four inch heels before meeting her flirty gaze. Her brown eyes twinkle as her bronze skin shines in beauty and probably a small layer of makeup. 


“Always good to see you Sabastian.” She answers before she takes the final sip of her Champaign. Giving me the full view of her long naked neck.


“How is your brother? Has his trips to Brazil been forthcoming in his studies?” I ask her as a way to stir up a conversation but also send her a subtle message that I am not interested in rekindling our past. 


“Yes, he is still convinced that medicine is his calling, but father would not allow it any longer.” She confesses which takes me back, as in our world knowledge is power. Giving me inside in her brothers ideas isnt smart business , because it shows weakness but knowing Arena Karon I would be a fool to believe she is not thinking about what she is telling me. 


“Business is business, legacy is birthright.” I tell her as I shove my hands in my pocket. 


“I have some news I wish to share, maybe after the evening is over?” She smiles, but I can easily tell it isnt an easy one. Arena almost seems nervous. I don’t hide the grin tugging my lips as I watch her squirm. 
“Sabastian.”

The voice calling my name has my grin dropping and my eyes narrowing as I look beyond the European beauty to the Texan born blue eyed jock who was once my bestfriend now he is just the guy that stole my Vixen and crushed my heart. 


“Thought you would be spending the evening with Dainy.” I make a show of looking behind him just for good measure. I don’t want him to know that I am aware Kylie took Dainy to Seattle with her. Reagan isn’t stupid he would know I had a hand in it by one slip up. 


“She’s with Kylie, my dad sent me in his place instead.” He reaches out to me and I clap him on the back as he does the same to me. He turns and I have to admire that he doesnt even have the slightest of interest as he looks at Arena, but I guess if you had Dainy Hallow in your bed one cannot blame you. The thought makes me frown and dampens my mood to an all time high. 


“This is Arena Karon, Arena meet Reagan Orniel.” I make the introduction.


Arena makes the first effort and lifts out her hand which Reagan shakes, “Karon, your father is the main investor in the Capital Sourcing.” 

She grins as she places her empty glass on a passing servers tray, “Yes, and you the heir to the Orniel fortune, lucky boy.”

Her eyes twinkle and I can already see the wheels turning in her head as to how could Reagan benefit her family name. 

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School me p3 (page 13)

Mason

He chuckles, “Fuck, I doubted she will agree to look after Dainy without a back up, heard your sister has been on lockdown since Diamond left, and fuck how the hell did she offer you her bike, fuck man, once we have that bike we can finally find that damn disc.” That is the point.
A few months back, Dexter and I stumbled upon a box of CD’s with locations and map point on them in my dad’s old office on the first floor. We were clearing the place out and deciding where we were going to put my gaming stuff and the new pool table my dad got me for my birthday. 
We checked the CD’S out and it took us a month to go through them all. 
Once we deciphered it we found that one of the CD’s were missing. Diamond happened to walk in on us the one morning and Dexter didn’t think it was a secret so he shared our findings with Diamond. 
She then proceeded to tell us that her and Kylie saw these CD’s years ago and that the other piece was locked in the vault which only Kylie and my dad had keys to.

Diamond also mentioned that the keys happened to be on Kylie’s bike. What she didn’t mention is that it was on my sisters new bike. The one that currently stayed in Washington in my dad’s garage.
After I heard that, my interest in motorbikes became an all time high , well according to Kylie it was my new teenage phase. Since then I have bugged Kylie to let me ride her bike. And she easily refused me every time until now.
“Once we have that piece we can finally put this stuff together and find out what was my family hiding.” I say to him as I open the closet door.
“So back to Sebastian , are you up for a bit of hacking??”
“Dude, am I ever not up for cracking peoples secrets?” He chuckles as I pull the black Ferrari back pack out of the long mirrored cupboard.
“Cool, see you Sunday, enjoy.” Dexter clicks the call off and I put my phone in my back pocket.
“Let’s get this fuckshow done.” I say to myself 

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School me p3 (page 12)

Mason


“Book me a flight.” I say, just as I finish off the last of my dinner.
“Why can’t you take the jet.” Because if our father finds out I left the house after he grounded me he is going to fuck me up. I think it, but I don’t tell Kylie that instead I bellow

“Fuck no, book me a damn flight, I’m on my way to the airport.” 

“Then make tracks, I’ll send you the confirmation. “ She snaps back in that bossy tone of hers.

“Yeah, yeah. Later.” The phone goes dead on my ear, which is a normal with my sister. 

When Kylie was younger, my sister Natasha and I had just moved in permanently with my dad. My mom died not long after that, and Kylie’s mother upped and left. One would expect our circumstances to have brought us closer but it didn’t. 
Kylie preferred to spend her days with my father. Most of the time they would fly to Washington and spend weekends at my dads penthouse. While Natasha stayed with Lisa, my dad’s sister here at the house. I was a lost eight year old with nothing to do and no one to talk to so I got bored and purchased myself a pair of binoculars from the local mall. Best thing I ever did. The same day I bought it was the same day I met Dexter. Turned out he stayed three houses away from me. Turned out he didn’t have a mother. Turned out he was just as eager to spy on the locals as I was. 
It turned out a lot of things we thought and did were similar. Which is why him and I became so close. I get up off the breakfast nook, grab my phone, walking toward the long spiral staircase I run up three flights of stairs, then speed dial Dexter.
It rings three times, “Hey, hey motherfucker.” He yells from the other end of the line.

“Jackass, how did the meeting with Sabastian go?” I ask him as I take the long hall toward the packing closets where Kendra, our housekeeper leaves the travelling bags.
“Some dude is threatening Sabastian by threatening Dainy. Got to do some digging, you up for it?” That is the thing about Dexter and I nobody knows. We are worse than women , we tell each other everything and also help one another. 

Most of the time I am the one who helps him. After his dad died he inherited his family fortune as well as his families debt that was only payable in time. 

And I meant time as in his obedience to be Delroys dirt cleaner and genie. Whatever the Delroys needed they would get it from Dexter. For the rest of his life he would have to work for the Delroys. Doing all their dirty work, cleaning up all their messes, finding all of their fucked shit art pieces they were so keen on collecting. It was a fucked up gig if you ask me, but blood is blood, we inherit the money and name we got to inherit the shit that come with it too.
“Yeah, but I called to cancel for tonight, Kylie offered me her bike if I babysit Dainy Hallow for the weekend, we need the bike.”

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