𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 (𝓑𝓦𝓦𝓜)

Falling from grace

𝓐𝓾𝓰𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓸𝓿

I am at the gym once more this week, and it is currently 4:30 am. Recently, I have been having strange dreams about returning to that location. When Khalida was present, I did not think about the facility at all, so why is my mind doing this to me now? It is possible that seeing Khalida and Zion together has become a trigger for me in some way. My relationship with my mother was so close that I would have done anything for her, but she never fought for me when it mattered.

Although my father always desired to be in control of the household, I felt a sense of relief when he sent me away. For years, I held myself responsible for involving Lucah in this situation, as he would not have been sent there if I hadn't persuaded my mother to keep him with us. However, Lucah never blamed me, but the thought occasionally lingers in my mind during moments of reflection. Surprisingly, it appears that I have a lot of tasks to handle today, and I am unsure how Khalida and Zion will manage since they require my undivided attention. It is heartwarming to witness how Khalida interacts with Zion, treating him as if he were her own child.

Today, I have a meeting with Zions' father who is still locked up in the warehouse basement. It's important for me to have all the facts right before making any kind of power move. Because I am aware of the significance of the situation, breaking the connection between Zion and Khalida will be detrimental. I continued to punch the punching bag while hopping on both feet, resulting in sweat beading down my forehead. The numbness in my knuckles tells me that I've been in deep thought for quite some time.

After removing my boxing gloves, I bent down to grab my bottle of water to quench my thirst. As I left the gym and returned to the stairs, I heard faint groans coming from the living room. I opted to go upstairs to my bedroom to avoid walking in on one of them fucking. When I enter the room, I notice that Zion and Khalida are snuggled up under the covers and asleep together. I'm pondering whether I should join them in bed, but my preference is to take an early morning shower first.

I immediately turned on the cold water for the shower as it would help me relax as I entered the bathroom. As I returned to the bedroom, I realized that Khalida was no longer under the cover and the shirt she had worn to bed had risen up. Khalida's Medusa tattoo on her left hip is something I've never noticed before, which shocked me. Considering it, Khalida asked me to be her man, but she has no knowledge of me because I don't know anything about her. After shaking my head, I walked to the closet to find some other pajama pants to wear to bed.

Once I found the perfect pair to wear, I went back to the bathroom to take a shower. Observing myself in the mirror, I glanced at the tattoos that adorned my body, each one having its own unique story. Taking off my pants and boxes, I then stepped into the shower. The cold water made me feel better. It seems that by the time I get out of this shower and return to bed, everyone will start to wake up. After showering, I rinsed off, applied some lotion, and then put on my pajama pants.

After completing the task, I put my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and returned to the bedroom. Zion was close to the wall and Khalida was lying next to me. The way she moved around in bed was cute to me. During my observation, she placed her hand on my side of the bed and shook it around in the empty spot where I was supposed to sleep. It seems that Khalida woke up out of her sleep and looked at my side of the bed because of this. Despite being a deep sleeper, I'm surprised that she didn't fall off the bed just now.

"August," she exclaimed in a soft, weary voice. As I observed her intently, I discerned the glimmer of tears welling up in her eyes.

𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓯𝓾𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂