Jamal POV"How were they?" I asked as she approached me, the smile on her face told me all I needed to know.It had gone well.She stood close to me, close enough that I could smell her perfume and shampoo, I wanted desperately to reach out and hug her but I knew that was a terrible idea."They are- beautiful." She said, her voice cracking at the last word. I noticed her eyes were getting wet."Well," I said, sticking both my hands in my back pocket to prevent me from putting them around her. "Their mother is beautiful, I wouldn't expect less.""Stop it." She scolded, wiping off the tears quickly with the back of her palm. "Stop being so kind Jamal.""Please, Methis, just hear me out." I said, grabbing her arm as she tried to walk away from me. "I know I messed up, but I'm different now. I've changed. I'm a better man, Methis. A better father."She looked at me with a cold stare, as if I was a stranger. She pulled her arm away from me and shook her head. "Jamal, you can't just show up
Jamal Kunis POVI had been walking for hours, but it felt like minutes. The sun was setting behind the horizon, casting a crimson glow over the city. I barely noticed the beauty of the scenery, my mind was too preoccupied with the impending confrontation.I just needed her to see that. I needed her to give me another chance. I needed her to forgive me.I arrived at the gate of her father's house, a massive mansion that loomed over the street. I pressed the intercom button, hoping that someone would answer."Who is it?" a voice crackled through the speaker."It's Jamal. I need to speak with Methis.""What are you doing here?" he asked in a cold tone."Sir, I need to talk to you. Please, let me in." I said, trying to sound respectful.He shook his head and blocked the entrance. "There is nothing to talk about. You are not welcome here. Go away and leave my daughter alone.""Please, sir, I love Methis. She loves me too. We want to be together. Can't you see that?" I pleaded.There was a
Xander POVMy mind raced back to that party, it had been my first party as a fresher. I had expected to have all shades of fun that night until it got cut short when I sensed its strong presence. Like a magnet, I felt drawn to it."Come on, man. You don't have to go to this party. I promise you it wouldn't be lit," my roommate said, he was also a fresher like me.I threw on a white tank top and donned my black jacket. I checked myself out in the mirror as I combed through my hair with my fingers.Ever since we both resumed as freshers, my roommate had always been afraid to sleep alone."Shut the eff up, or you let me get ready in peace."He groaned, "Come on. This place is still unfamiliar; I don't want to stay alone.""Then get ready," I told him for the umpteenth time, standing my ground.Eventually, we went to the party together."You know the host?" I asked, sizing up all the sexy girls in the room.I felt his hard gaze on me, "How am I supposed to know? You forced me here.""Rela
Xander's POV I stumbled down the street, feeling every bruise and cut on my body. I had fought Jamal, the guy who had been harassing my sister for months. I had tried to protect her, but I had failed. He had beaten me up, and worse, he had hurt her too. I felt a surge of anger and guilt, mixed with pain and fear. I needed a drink, something to numb the ache in my soul. I saw a bar nearby and decided to enter. Maybe I could forget, for a moment, what had happened. I walked into the dimly lit place, ignoring the stares of the other patrons. I made my way to the counter and ordered a whiskey. I downed it in one gulp, feeling the burn in my throat. I ordered another one, and another one, until I lost count. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see a girl smiling at me. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she wore a tight dress that showed off her curves. She looked like a model, or a hooker, or both. “Hey, handsome,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “What’s your name?” I didn
Xander's POV We spent the entire next day not even talking to each other despite my very best efforts. She just refused to acknowledge my presence, my greetings fell on deaf ears, the breakfast I made for her was left untouched on the table until I had to throw it all away. It made me very, very uncomfortable, but try as I did, I couldn't get her to talk. This was the angriest I had seen her in a while. Not since, well not since as far as I can remember. Resisting the urge to call Methis and reach out to her, I decided that a short nap was necessary while I waited for my sister to cool down so I could probably apologize and we could talk things out. The short nap turned into a 4 hour long slumber, the first really good one I had had in a while. It wasn't long before I woke up from the nap. Glancing at my phone to check the time, I groaned. Seven thirty pm, it was almost completely dark outside and I had only eaten once the entire day. I was starving already. That gave me an
Jamal's POV Autumn thinks for a moment. “Maybe you could write her a letter. Or send him an email. Or a text from a different number. Or a message on social media. Or a note in his locker. Or a gift. Or a song. Or a poem. Or a…” “Okay, okay, I get it,” I said, smiling at her and carefully raising her to sit on my lap before looking into her eyes. She was so innocent, even her smile made me think everything was going to be instantly better, and more importantly, she reminded me of Methis. The same warm glow emanated from the both of them. For that, I was glad she didn't resemble me that much. “There are many ways to communicate sweet heart, But your mother is a strong willed woman, the main question is, will she even read them? Will she even care?” She nods. “Of course he will. She loves you, Dad. She’s just afraid to admit it. I am sure she will realize it somehow, if you two get to talk.” I smiled the kid was sweet. “Thanks, Autumn. You’re the best. You always know what to say.”
Methis' POVI had no idea how my life had somehow become even more complicated than when I lived around literal werewolves with a mysterious prophecy over my head.But somehow, it had, and I was already sick and tired of it. I hadn't spoken to Xander since the fight, I had decided it was better if we stayed out of each other's path for a while, to allow things to cool down to manageable levels. But now, as I stood on the bus, making my way to my apartment, I started wondering if it was the best option, cutting him out at this moment.I got home and walked up the stairs keeping my face down, not wanting to engage in any kind of small talk or exchange of pleasantries at this moment, I was just exhausted."Miss Delis?!" A voice called out.Fuck, who the hell was it now. I ignored the person, walking as briskly as I could up to my door and wishing I had taken the elevator when I heard the person's footsteps jogging up to me."Miss Delis? Wait!" The voice was whiny and insistent. Exactly w
Methis' POV He kissed my forehead and said, “You’re welcome, my love. Now, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about Jamal.” I tensed up and felt a knot in my stomach. Jamal. The man who had turned my world upside down. The man who had made me feel things I had never felt before. The man who had left me without a word. “What about him?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “He came to see me yesterday,” he said. “He wanted to talk to me about you.” I felt a jolt of shock and curiosity. Jamal had come to see my father? Why? What did he want?" For the first time, my father looked unsure, like he wasn't sure how to break it to me, or if to. “C'mon Dad, what did he say?” I asked, holding my breath. "He said he was sorry for leaving you like that. He said he had some personal issues he had to deal with, and he didn’t want to drag you into them. He said he cared about you a lot, and he wanted to see you again. He asked me for he asked me for your permission to call you. He said