Damaged Beyond Repair by Kashmira Kamat (KittyKash) (best short books to read TXT) 📗

A Grey Persian cat, more like a grey colored tiger cub, hopped off the bed, yawned and made its way towards me. The cat eyed me warily, and meowed. "That's Grey." I quickly picked him up and sat him on my lap. He meowed and began to claw me; I dropped him on the floor at once.

"He doesn't like to play much."

Grey moved gracefully and lied down on a plush rug. The cat was a good distraction from reality.

"Did any of you try to stop it?"

"Drew began a therapy at home which was anything but easy; we were tired of designing and re-designing Rowan's room. All I can say is that, Drew helped in taming the beast that lived inside Rowan. He said things to Rowan which would calm him down for days, become cheerful again, not touch a single bottle and then there was one trigger and we were back to square one. Rowan respected Drew a lot. He was the brother he looked up to, and I can see you're playing that part now."

I smiled. "What did Drew talk about?"

"He took that to the grave with him, but I'm sure Rowan can answer that question."

"And, Rowan was admitted in the psychiatric hospital?" I was beginning to sound like a psychiatrist now.

"At one point of time, yeah, when he was beyond any hope or repair, we had to admit him. That was the only way." I think I watched Dwight's eyes catch a sense of sorrow, "Alana, he was admitted for a six month program, and I just went there one day because Drew insisted I go with him. Rowan was like an animal, not the brother I knew. He was being tied to the bed, sedated most of the time because he kept trying to get out of it. There were dark rope marks around his wrists; you might still find a slight scar. It definitely wasn't pretty."

It was clear that Dwight cared for his brother and I had miserably failed to see through all that venom.

"I'm not going to blame Rowan here, that guy is naive and stupid. He'd gladly jump off the cliff if you told him to. He gets attached to every damn thing and that's where Lauren comes into the picture. That woman, Alana, she created the remaining mess."

"What did she do?" I never mentioned that I had indeed acquired a little info about her from Rowan himself. I was just checking if Dwight had some other story. The guy probably worked in an investigation agency; he sensed the trap at once and saved himself from falling head first.

"That's not my story to tell so I will suggest you speak with Rowan regarding Lauren." Dwight said apologetically.

I just nodded; I didn't want to force him to tell me something he didn't want to.

"We warned Rowan about her, but he kept doing what he wanted and that obviously made the situations worse."

"So how the hell did you not warn Rowan about me, but her?"

Dwight looked dubious, like someone just stepped on his crying cat, "For Fucks sake, there is a wide difference between you and Lauren-- that one was a calculating skank of the worst kind. You need to maximize your bitch level a hundred times to stoop at her level." He continued, "I can clearly see why Rowan loves you so much and I know a bitch when I see one."

I blushed; damn all these Masters were starting to have that same effect on me.

"Alana, it's important you know that dealing with Rowan is not baking a cake. He lives in the kind of darkness, we never want to experience. Being with him means, you'll have to be ready to be dragged into that darkness with him. His anger and his issues get the better of him. Rowan is not possessive, he is obsessive." Dwight swirled a glass pyramid on the coffee table, "Even if you are successful in helping him deal with his demons, his personality will not change because darkness is a part of Rowan."

"I'll help him; I'll bring him on the right track at any cost." I pushed back my hair. Dwight's eyes remained on my hand, than he looked back at me.

"Good luck with that."

"Why does Claire think she's responsible for Drew's death?" I was beginning to sound like a police officer now, making mental points. I wish I had a note pad. "I hope I'm not invading your personal space."

"No. No. It's alright, I guess." Dwight shrugged, "Uh—well, it was Minnie's adoption procedure papers which Claire was supposed to collect from Rowan's apartment, she unfortunately had to fly so she told Drew to do it and that's how he died in a freak accident with his wife."

Adoption?

What the fuck is all this about now?

"Minnie is Drew's biological daughter, right?"

Dwight looked confused, spaced out for a second and smiled ruefully, "Did Rowan tell you that?"

"Yes, he did." I smelled all kinds of Fishy, "Is there something else there to it?"

"No. Minnie is Drew and Stephanie's daughter."

"I have a request."

"Go ahead." The amused expression still remained, which was waving a large Alert red flag.

"Please don't take Minnie away from Rowan."

"Does Rowan portray me worse than Mojojojo?" that brought a smile to my face, "We had discussed about taking Minnie in with us, but that was only to give Rowan some more space. I get it he wants to do everything on his own account, but his impulsive nature scares the living shit out of us sometimes and we definitely don't want another child to pick on his habits."

"I'm begging you, Dwight." I went on, "If you take away Minnie from him, he'll break and I can't see him like that. He loves her so much, he is a great father. I've watched him run around for her. I'll keep an eye on Rowan and Minnie if that's okay."

"Thank you." And I noticed he was genuinely thankful.

Dwight then climbed on his feet, went behind his desk—opened a few drawers and got what he found. He walked back and handed me a card.

It read: Dr Sydney Thompson.

"See if you can give her a visit, she's a great psychologist. It's important you take Rowan with you. At least talk to her, if nothing else."