His Unveiled Passion

Naomi was nine when she first met Quentin.

Her mother, Mary, had held her hand and smiled at her when she said, "This is your brother. You can call him Quentin."

Naomi looked up at the tall teenage boy who was so much taller than she was. She pursed her lips and obediently greeted him. "Quentin."

However, Quentin did not appreciate the gesture. He turned to look at Naomi with blatant mockery and disdain. Scoffing, he said, "I'm not your brother."

Naomi looked at Mary pitifully and said, "Mom, he doesn't like me."

Mary smiled awkwardly, while Quentin's father, Benjamin, turned to glare at Quentin. "Quentin, she's your sister, Naomi. We'll be one big family from now on."

"I don't want a sister! This is my house! Get out of my house! My mom only has one child, and that child is me! I don't have a sister!" Quentin said as he yanked Naomi's braid, his face red from anger.

"Quentin, what are you doing! Let go of her!" Benjamin roared.

Naomi immediately cried out in pain from having her hair yanked. "Mommy..."

Mary had not expected Quentin to have such an extreme reaction, and she quickly reached out to stop him. "Quinn, let go. You're hurting Naomi."

Quentin glared at both Mary and Naomi before he yelled stubbornly, "You two should get out of my house! I don't want a stepmother or a sister!"

Benjamin slapped Quentin across the face. His chest rose and fell heavily as he roared, "You have no right to make such a decision in this house! Let go right now!"

As Quentin let go of Naomi's braid, a bright red handprint appeared on his cheek. "I'll leave this house, then! I don't want you as my dad either!"

run away from

only 14 years old and still a junior in high school. He was in his rebellious phase and defiant to the

at Benjamin with concern.

and the anger in his eyes was still apparent. "Forget him. He'll

it turned out,

Quentin had run away from home, Benjamin had cut off

through the few hundred dollars in cash he had on him, he had no choice but to stay with a

gently hinted that

real reason behind it. It was just that

had no choice but to move out of his classmate's

day,

home, feeling dejected.

had snuck in through the back door

with her dolls

Naomi

of

in fear and pursed

daring

a

at? If you keep looking at me, I'll gouge your eyes

fiercely as he glared

scared that she immediately burst

crying? All you do is cry!" Quentin