In a supernatural world, two all star football players find their mate.
They call her a freak, mixed, or unnatural. Most known hybrids have general abilities but not Promise.
She is unique, an outcast, a mix between a light witch, sylph, and fey...
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"Dad please listen to me."
Returning back to my dorm after the shit show today; the last thing I wanted to see was Promise here.
My emotions are raw. I let her see more of me today than I wanted anyone ever to see. Jaye doesn't know about my past dramas. My dilemmas. I've kept them from him for a reason, he can never know.
I'm scarred. My demons haunt me. How can I be an honorable mate to Promise if I cant even be honest with myself or others. How would they react if they knew horrible cursed truth?
I've been hiding this secret for years. If Jaye knew he would definitely hate me. Hate me for how I feel. That's why he can never know. Why they can never know. They would never look at me the same again. I would not be able to stand their judgment about me. I'm not who they think I really am. I'm locked in a box with no key.
"You can't control my life dad. This decision is entirely up to me. Not you!" From what I can gather from the one sided conversation I hear. Promises dad is undeniably pissed.
She's sitting on the couch with Jaye along with Dawson sitting beside her. They both are worried about her. I must of missed most of the conversation before I came home. The only thing I can understand about it is that he's trying to control her in some aspect. Of what I have no idea about. I'm sitting across from them in the chair just observing them all.
Contemplating my decision. Do I want her to reject me? She definitely deserves better than me that's for sure. I only did all of those cruel things to push her away. To try to get Jaye to see that I'm a worthless mate. That I'm just wrong for her. That it could never be they want it to.
I went to far.
I always take things to far. I set a goal and overreach for it. Competition is in my blood. Even if it's competing with myself. My thoughts are extremely flawed.
"No! Do not come here dad I mean it! I can handle it on my own." She's getting extremely frustrated. After what I put her through today I'm surprised she still has any fight left in her. There's more to her than actually meets the eye.
"Dad I love you but you are being overly dramatic!"
"No I told you I can handle it."
"Dad please listen to me."
"Fine you win! I'll see you tomorrow!"
She throws her phone on the table. Lowering her head in her hands. I feel a strong urge to comfort her but I don't think she will allow me near her. Not after everything that has transpired between the two of us.
"What is that all about bunny." Why the hell does Dawson call her bunny? I've never seen him so damn smitten.
"My father is coming tomorrow to talk to you three." Now that has my interest peeked. Why would her father want to talk to us? How old is she? Isn't she old enough not to have to deal with her father interrupting her life?
