Quietus

Chapter 6

Even if my son thinks I am old, I'm not yet although garnering from the aches and pains I feel as soon as I attempt to get up from the bed would somehow convey another story altogether. For god's sake I'm not even forty yet, my body can't be falling apart on me.

I'm strong, mentally and physically, I always have been from childhood. You don't survive being all alone at age seven in boarding school if you are weak. No, the weak get singled out, their fears and weaknesses exposed by the bullies.

Luckily for me, the reputation of my family on the DiMera side kept me safe from being a target of the older chaps at school that first terrible year I attended boarding school and then the years following as well. I guess another reason could have been I always looked older too; my growth spurt hit me rather early in life. By the time I was nine I was already taller than my classmates in my grade, by age 12 I was as tall as some seniors even if I was gawky, an awkward mixture of a boy who was trying to become a man.

One thing though about looking older, it helped me with the girls, the ones we snuck off to see who were residing in an all girl's school that wasn't very far away from our campus. Granted we did have some occasions to interact with them at dances, but I did not dance or rather I didn't want to dance with any of them.

Now kissing was another thing entirely even if the prospect of doing anything beyond that to one of the girls was beyond my comprehension. Being fourteen, but looking like I was eighteen was probably the only reason I lost my virginity so early, that added in with the rather amorous attentions of a dark haired beauty named Sabrina who was about to graduate I fumbled my way around to do the deed.

That first time probably wasn't so memorable for her, but I guess she either had pity upon me or took a liking to me and that spring and summer before she left to go to college, she taught me things I had never imagined. Thus my confidence grew around the ladies. I never doubted my ability to be able charm the knickers off a single female after her tutelage because as soon as I turned my attention on any of them, they did whatever I wanted them to do. I usually asked a plenty and got it back tenfold.

Well that was certainly the case until I met Samantha and then she threw my game off completely. For once I couldn't bed a woman with a sweet smile and a couple of choice complimentary phrases. Most women melted if I gave them a heated gaze and opened my mouth to speak. I guess some women love English accents, especially the American's, they would fall prey easier than most, but not my Samantha.

No, she made me work for each and every single kiss, she made me crazy with desire and for once I was completely stumped that my charm didn't seem to have much effect upon her. Well at first she seemed enamored enough of me even if she was engaged to that buffoon Austin, aka Dallas in my mind and for the first time in my life I became friends with a woman.

But I wanted her in my bed, not his and I conspired of ways to get her there with no such luck, apparently Samantha was smarter than I gave her credit for in the beginning. She saw through me rather quickly or she did after she found out that I was a DiMera.

My last name had always been advantageous to me in life even if I went by my mother's while I was on the racing circuit. My father had suggested using her surname then and I thought nothing of it. Then when he asked a huge favor of me to come to Salem and use my charms upon a girl to help him, I was willing.

I wish I could say my father was a good role model for me, but that would be a lie of such epic proportions that even a smooth liar such as I am now couldn't pull off. Stefano DiMera was a force to be reckoned with and in my misguided youth I thought he was a man to be revered.

Stefano had given me the best education money could buy, I had went on to university to study law, so whenever racing panned out I would become a responsible adult one day and be a lawyer, but I still could play at the moment and when I met Samantha I definitely wanted her to be my playmate.

Yet she shut me down time and time again. I'd never had to work so hard for anything in my life as I had to for Samantha. She was the biggest challenge I ever had to face.

At least that was the case until now because I'm puzzled over what has happened to her, to us.

Somehow I make my way to Salem Place even though the details of how I have gotten here are kind of vague. All I know is that I need to see Samantha and I'm going to find her.

I kind of amble around, not engaging anyone I might know in conversation, not that I'm the most beloved man in Salem anyway. Really the fact doesn't bother me because just when I think my quest to find Samantha isn't going to be successful and I will have to return home alone all of the sudden from out of nowhere someone bumps into me.

When I turn to see who had collided into me I realize it's not just someone, but it's her, it's actually her, Samantha.

I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life. I've finally found my Samantha.