𝗭𝗮𝗮𝗿𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝗱-𝗗𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗿

19 years ago 

"Stand in the corner Dabir!" my teacher said pointing towards the corner. I flipped her off in my mind and stood in the corner with my- "Hands up!"

Yeah yeah, with my hands up. 

My name is Dabir Martin, I am currently 16 and in trouble for not doing my homework. 

Apparently, this was some new form of punishment. 

How long was I going to have to stay like this for? 

"Okay kids, open your books to chapter 45," My teacher said turning away from me. 

I grumbled at all the kids who were giggling and looking at me. 

They were laughing at me. 

I don't like to be laughed at. 

I growled at all of them, making them cower away in fear. 

Just like I like I- 

"DABIR!" I turned to my teacher who was glaring at me "Did you just growl at the students?" I smirked and nodded making my teacher blush in anger. 

"That's it PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE NOW!" Yeesh what the fuck did I even do?

I shrugged and grabbed my jacket and backpack, but before leaving I spit out my gum on the floor and ran. 

"Dabir," I turned around to see my girlfriend Cindy smile and kiss my cheek. I smirked at her and let's just say...I didn't go to the principal's office that day. 

"DABIR FOR THE LAST GOD DAMN TIME WHERE DID YOU GO?" My dad asked slamming his phone onto the sofa. 

Fucking teacher snitched on me. 

I shrugged "No where that you need to know about." My dad growled but my step-mom put a hand on his arm "Relax Kabir, he won't do it again," She turned to me with an expression that could only mean she was begging me to agree with whatever she has to say. 

If you cant tell, then I don't really care about her. 

She's only like this because she needs to stay here with us until my dad is done with her. 

So far, she's his favourite. 

Which I don't like. 

I glared at her and shrugged at my dad again "I don't know, If I feel like it I will do it again." My dad raged harder then I had ever seen him do before. 

My step-mother grew panicky and looked on the verge of tears "Kabir please," Then my dad slapped me. 

Nothing new. 

"Kabir!" My step-mom screamed and quickly made a move to grab me but my dad put a hand on her and shook his head "No Sabine, this is the only way he will learn." She looked at my dad and back to me and then she took a step back. 

For some reason, that hurt. 

"Until you learn to behave, you will stay in this house. No friends, no parties, no nothing." I snorted knowing he would let me out to go to school. "Sabine was a teacher, she will teach you at home." 

Oh for fucks sake. 

"No Dabir you need to move the X to the other side," Sabine gently said. I grumbled at her gentle tone and wished just once that she would yell at me, just like my mom did before leaving me here with dad. 

Sabine wasn't like her at all. As long as she's been here she's been taking care of me like-dare I say this-a real mom would. 

"I am." I muttered which made her nod and wait for me to move the fucking X. I leaned back in my seat and tutted "I don't want to do this anymore." She nodded and started to pack away my things. 

"okay." Was all she said. I grumbled and cursed under my breath before grabbing my backpack from her and putting my things away myself. 

She just watched me with a hint of a smile which for some reason I didn't mind. 

Dad would be disappointed in me right now. 

After I put my things away, I stared at her while she stared at me back. She made no move to get up and nor did I so I asked her "Why are you so nice to me?" 

I knew the answer obviously. 

Cater to the son you get to live in the grand palace. 

But something was telling me that Sabine wasn't here because of that. 

And it was bothering me. 

She laughed "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that." I sneered at her which she replied to by sighing and staring around at the garden. 

"I'm here because I love you're dad." 

I tried hard not to snort but I let out the biggest snort I possible could.

No one loved my dad. 

Not his parents. 

Not my mom.

Not me. 

"I do Dabir," She smiled and looked up toward the sky "I've always dreamed of living in a grand place with a husband who makes me feel safe and at ease." 

Safe and at ease wasn't a word to describe my dad. 

But her expression made me keep my mouth shut. 

She looked down with her stupid smile widening every minute. 

"God granted me a gift. And that was you're father," She stared at me now "And you were just my extra blessing that I somehow proved to gain." 

I took in a deep breath not expecting that. 

I remembered back to when my mom was present in my life for a total of 10 years. She left soon after when I had grown up enough to take care of myself. 

I could say that I cried and begged her to stay with me, 

But that would make me a pathetic. 

And a man should never be pathetic. 

Sabine suddenly moved forward and I realized that she was trying to cup my cheek. 

And for some reason, I let her. 

She cupped my cheek and smiled "You may not be my son Dabir, but I promise I will love you like my own." 

I stared at Sabine that day and I found out that the world did have much to offer like love. 

You just needed to be with the right person. 

Sabine was with me for 6 years of my life. 

She was with me on my wedding day when I got married to Aya. 

Aya wasn't my choice, but she was beautiful and I think I fell in love with her. 

I wouldn't know. 

After my marriage, Aya and I lived with my dad and Sabine for a year before we moved out with Zaara in her stomach.

It was a shame that a day before we moved out. 

My dad decided that it was time for Sabine to go. 

And it was a shame that when he shot her in front of me, that he taught me that no one in this world would love me. 

Apparently, she was using my dad for his money. 

Using me to get closer to him. 

If I could stop time, I would. 

I would save Sabine and bring her with me to my home. 

Because I knew Sabine. 

And I knew she loved me. 

I loved her too. 

She was my mom. 

The one person in this world who taught me to love myself and others. 

She told me to take care of her wife. 

But I was so consumed by rage that I realized the way my dad was

Abusive

A monster

A waste of space

That was the way to be a man. 

I'm sorry Sabine. 

I love you, mom.