Part Fifteen

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Elijah's POV
One of the things I hate in my entire life are pretenders and two faced people. Just be clear and truthful with me and we would never have issues. I was annoyed when I discovered Gabriella was seeing someone, I was annoyed she was seeing someone else apparently the more reason I was annoyed was because I thought she liked me, I'm not a fool not to know when a girl is shooting her shot, or when a girl literally likes me. It had happened with lot of girls so I already know how they behave when they like someone.

And to be honest, I was trying so hard not to give her any attentions, I was trying so hard to avoid her but it proves abortive, she is always in my head, since the very first time I saw her. She is pretty, well too pretty and she doesn't even know this. I wasn't actually going to be in a relationship with her, but I just wanted to get to know her and be more closer to her, maybe just maybe I would start seeing our relation as nothing but a platonic relationship just like Sophie. I'm looking for many excuse not to like her, but the more I'm looking for, the more I think of her. But then she did this, I was so angry when the thug came to my home the other day, but I don't want the anger management lessons I take to be in vain. I'm not actually the soft guy, everyone think I am. I'm fighting my own demons, trying not to be the Elijah I was before. If it was a year back the incident of this guy throwing me a punch occurred, I would have retaliated in a very wrong way, which would have leave the both of us seriously injured and I wouldn't even regret it, but like I said I'm trying my possible best not to be that monster anymore.

I think I have every reason not to let that girl in my head anymore, she deceived me. And I hate liars and deceivers.

"Bro, you are home by this time?" My little sister rose said entering the kitchen. I was literally preparing a toast bread, after my altercation with Briella, I decided to come home, I was feeling good and to be honest I'm pained and I don't know why.

"Yes, wasn't feeling good" I said not taking my eyes from the toast bread I was making.

"Are you okay?, do I need to call a doctor?" She said her face full of concern.

"I'm fine, go change and stop being dramatic" I said turning to the fridge and bringing out an orange juice, I poured into the two glass cups I layer in front of me.

"Pfft, everyone always tagged me as being dramatic even when I'm just being concerned, even gab...." she paused "you saw gabby at the cafe right?" She asked with knitted brows.

"I did" I firmly said,

"You spoke with her?" She asked again making me sigh

"What is your point?" I said tired of her endless questions.

"Well, I just wondered what you told her that made her left the cafe before me, and she even sounded sad and angry on the phone" she said scrunching her nose up. If anyone should be angry it should be me, I wanted to say but I just  kept quiet. "Anyways let me go and change" she said before I could say a word. Briella is messing my mind up. I shouldn't be thinking about her anymore but I just can't help it, I think avoiding her would be the best, I concluded. The chiming of my phone brought me back to reality, I checked the caller ID and my blood started boiling, I hate him and I cannot hide that fact. Mom does because of this bastard, mom should have still been with us if he wasn't whoring around with young fucking models, if mom hadn't drove that motherfucking Hotel that night when one of his Whores called her, then I know she would be here right now making pancakes for us. Dad was a fucking man whore, he never gives mom peace of mind, and mom is always cleaning up his stupid mess, like whenever the media caught him with a stupid model, he talks mom into telling the media's that she knows the model and it was a business meeting and so many fucking excuses, sometimes I wonder why she always succumb to his silly requests. I guessed she loved him way too much even than herself and that was what led her to her death.And the stupid ass father I have mourned her for only 3weeks before he started his whoring around again.

"What did you want?" I said, gritting my teeth hardly, my eyes should be red out of anger by now.

"Don't be so harsh on your father...." he said making me clench my fist tightly.

"I ask again, what do you want?"

"How are you both doing?" He asked pathetically, he had left us for complete 4months and after all this month he had the audacity to call me now? This man is really an excuse of a dad, and I'm going to give him the piece of my mind today.

"Oh, please don't act like you fucking care, we all know we ain't that important to you so as you are not to us, the only thing joining us together is the father and child shit" I said calmly but a storm was building inside me.

"Don't say that, no matter what you two are still my children, after all I provide you every fucking good thing on earth" he said foolishly.

"Are we supposed to thank you for that?" I said sarcastically "you and I know that's your fucking duty" I added bittterly.

"Look, I care for you and...."

"That disgusting to hear from you, don't care for me, you know how man enough I am to care for myself, and don't fucking dare try to act all cozy with rose, she doesn't like you, I'm taking care of her, like a father and mother would so no need to worry about us" I said firmly,

"Look I might not be the best da....." he was trying to spew out another garbage when I fucking hanged up. He calls to say nothing but bull shit.

"Is that the old man?" I snapped my head meeting Rose eyes, I chuckled softly

"Yes" I said taking the toast I made to the table

"What does he want this time?" She said digging into the toast.

"Nothing important" I said earning a hum from her.

"No matter what is happening and about to happen, just know I love you so much okay?" She said making me smile gently and nodding my head, I loved her too, my little sister "and I'm very happy I have you, April and Gabriella" she said smiling brightly and I chuckled shuffling her hair slightly with my hands.


Well, seems Elijah has issues too.

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