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!"

proceeded to run away

was only 14 years old and still a junior in high school. He was in

at Benjamin with concern. "Quinn,

was pale, and the anger in his eyes was still apparent.

it turned out,

Benjamin had

had

gently hinted that

was just that Benjamin had paid them

had no choice but to move out of his classmate's house. After wandering around aimlessly

a whole day, he finally

home, feeling dejected.

back door and

her dolls in the

Naomi

of

fear and pursed

daring

say a word.

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

as

was so scared that she

are you crying? All you do