Eye For An Eye

One.

Hello there, my name is—well I'm trying to be mysterious so for now I'm going to keep that to myself.

Let me start the introduction from the time before my existence. My parents married really early, it was the type of marriage that they'd been betrothed to one another even before they could walk.

When my mother was 16 years and my father 17years of age they got married and gave birth to my older brother. Before we react terribly to their age—it was a very normal thing back then especially because both their families were wealthy so things came easy for them.

Now the shock comes after my brother's birth—mine.
My Older brother Umar is like my third parent, why?
Because he's 21years older than I am. Yes. A few days after my mother turned 37years she found out she was pregnant—it was a miracle because they tried for about 10years after my brother and eventually gave up.

So honestly, it doesn't feel like I have a sibling but more like my parents are three especially because my brother got married early, a year after I was born. When I turned 13years I moved in with him and my nephew who just so happens to be a year younger than I am.

I gotta say, I've never had anything to complain about. I've never needed anything and I could say sometimes I'm over pampered.

Anyway, this story is more about the person I have my side, my best friend and confidant—Amaya.
Amaya and I have been friends since nursery school and it was because I didn't want to leave her and change schools that my parents decided to let me live with my brother when they moved.

We always do everything together and sometimes even crushed on the same men.
Now Amaya, her family is the complete opposite of mine. Her father has four wives, the first has six children, the second has 7 children, Asiya's mother has 8 children and the last has two children.

Their mothers are always at war with each other but they try not to interfere even though you can often sense envy and jealousy between them. With their mothers fighting and their father always traveling and sticking to his last wife they barely make time for their kids. Anyway, I love going to her house because it's always so full and energetic.
But this time—this time it was just different.

Amaya was in the living room, apparently there was a fight last night and their father asked to see them all to discuss and curb the madness. Yes, I hate when something intense happens between them, all the fun I ducked right out.

So I decided to help myself with a bottle of water from the kitchen. Gulping it down I sit on the stool by the kitchen island.
"Take it slow."

I choke on the water when I see the finest man in existence walking towards the fridge.
He stops "You okay?" He asks worriedly.
"Just—" I cough again "—fine."

He also gets a bottle but he doesn't drink it, instead he just kept staring at me. Not absentmindedly but with a beguiling smile.
"You're new here"
He chuckles like he was taken off guard "You're a new face too"

"I'm literally family"
"Then I could be family too"

I blush.
"I'm Jazeel, auntie's brother"
Oh, he's the favorite wife's brother.
"And I'm Ersana"

He smiles amusedly "That's new to me"
"It's Turkish, it means brave"
"And I think it describes you perfectly"
I giggle "We've only been talking a few seconds and somehow you can tell I'm brave?"

He shrugs.
"And what does your name mean?"
"Great. It's nice meeting you Ersana, I hope we get to see each other soon" he smiles faintly and walks out.

Why?
Why would he just walk out like that?
Why didn't he ask for my number and at least stay to have a conversation?
I can't deny that I was a little disappointed but I have a feeling he's just trying to play hard to get.