At Donald's mansion.
The sound was simultaneously familiar and frightening; an unoiled hinge that betrayed those who entered Dyrus' room. The Dark Djinn in his human form, when Mr. Donald entered his room with a grand plan in his head, looks around and makes sure no one spots him in Derek's room.
"Shall I come in?" Mr. Donald asked, opening the door slightly. Dyrus was dressed in his casual undershirt, catching his father's reflection in the mirror he faced. Mr. Donald went into his room and locked the door behind him.
"You said she loved me. Is she with me now?” Dyrus yelled as he pulled out the cosmetics and mirror that were displayed on a stool.
His heavy breathing made him even angrier and became weak. "Arrgh!" he flinched and put his hands on his shoulders as he fell to the ground. Ever since he made a deal with the dark jinn, he's never been the same.
"My son, you won't get them until you get me what I want." Mr. Donald whispered to Derek with a grin on his face. Mr. Donald reaches out his right hand to Derek and removes the mark of the Dark Djinn on his shoulders, removing the frailty and weakness he inflicted on his son.
"Hmm..." Derek moaned as he regained his strength. He stood up and tilted his head back as he made some cracking noises.
"It's so nice to be back," Dyrus whispered to himself, smiling. He was relieved, knowing that the Dark Djinn wants a favor from him first before granting his great wish.
"What must I do, father? I'll do anything to make Ava my plaything again!” Dyrus raised his voice, so eager to hear Mr. Donald's instructions.
"I knew you were an obedient son. You came after me!” They both let out a short evil laugh. "I want you to get me his head," said Mr. Donald.
"Whose head?" Dyrus asked.
"Derek's head." The dark genie squinted at the broken glasses on the floor where he could see his reflection.
Dyrus narrowed his eyes at his father.
"B...but that's my birth son." He stuttered.
“Yes, he is my grandson too. I want his head and I'll give you anything you desire.” Mr. Donald offered.
Dyrus grew calm and cold. "Shall I?" he thought as he sat down on the bed. He sighs with a frown and nods in disapproval.
"Don't worry, I'll give you some time to think it over." Mr. Donald said, laughing out loud as he left his room.
"What can I do? My poor Derek?"
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"Derek?" Ava screamed his name.
Derek laid Lia on his bed, she was sound asleep. He covered her with a blanket and made the room temperature warm and comfortable for Lia.
He saw her sleeping like a princess, he has a bright and gentle smile on his face.
"Derek!" his mother called again. It sounds like she's around this time, Derek walked out of his room and closed the door.
"What's wrong, Mum?" Derek said as he bumped into Ava, startled when he saw her angry face.
"Who is she?" Ava asked.
"She's Lia," Derek replied.
"Stop teasing me, Derek. I mean, who is she to you?” Ava asked Derek, eyes flashing.
"Mom, calm down. She's just one of my close friends."
"Close friends? How long have you been sneaking out of this mansion? How would you bring in a strange lady?" Ava asked, pinching Derek's ear, which rolled as she pulled him closer.
"Ouch!" Derek continued to yell while jumping around at the pain in his ear. Ava stopped squeezing his ear when she noticed a few scratches on Derek's back.
"I'm fine. At least I'm here." Derek said.
"You're hurt. What happened?" Ava said as she helped him heal the deep wounds he'd sustained from the broken glass door and the fierce security guards.
"Hmm... I fell," Derek lied.
“What were you looking for outside of this villa? Do you know how worried I was? I was worried sick about you. I thought you were haunted by the Dark Djinn,” Ava said, slamming her clenched fist on his chest.
"Mom, come! The Dark Djinn is my grandfather. Why on earth does he want to follow me?” Derek asked, raising an eyebrow to reveal the wrinkles on his forehead.
"But there's a lot about your grandfather," Ava ground out, looking at the floor.
Derek laughed. “Mother, you've started exaggerating things again. I'm here. I'm perfectly fine."
"But.."
"Shh… no buts… Well, I accept that it's all my fault. I shouldn't have sneaked out. I am sorry. I promise I won't do that again.” Derek said, holding Ava's hands to prevent her from hitting his chest any longer.
"This is my boy." Ava kissed his forehead on tiptoe because he is very tall and huge.
Ava is quiet now, but what bothers her more is the lady in Derek's room.
“This girl… Lia or whatever you call her. She has to leave the villa immediately. I don't want you to come into contact with outsiders, especially the opposite sex, they are dangerous. You have your brothers, aren't they your friends?"
"My brothers are my friends too, but what's wrong with having friends from outside of this mansion? Why can't I move like your sister's daughter, Dana? I canned myself. Remember that you are also a different gender.”
"I don't care about that shit. All I want is for you to send the girl out, probably to where you found her.” Ava said. Derek laughed, thinking she was joking, but seeing her face that remained cold, angry, and worried, he knew she was serious as hell about him.
"In this state? Mum, I can't believe you can be so heartless. This beautiful young lady gave her life to me. She took the bullet that was aimed at me on purpose." Derek explained.
"Oh my god, my baby! You almost got shot? who tried this That's why I always tell you guys to stay in the villa.”
"I'm not hurt, but Lia is. Please let her stay in this villa for a few days until she fully recovers. She's my savior.” Derek said.
Ava was touched. She doesn't believe there is anyone else in this world with a pure heart.
"Okay, can I come to visit you?" Ava asked.
Derek shakes his head. "Then I'll make her some brown soup," Ava asked as she hurried into the kitchen.
Daniel and Sam went to Derek's room whistling.
"Mind your business folks," Derek said, walking into his room and slamming the door in their faces.