My curse

Elijah

Idiot! I am a fucking idiot. 

Twice. That's how many times Sky fucked me up and made me a fool. And I fell for it, again. I always praised myself for being untouchable. I believed that no woman could make me lose all types of restraint over myself. I thought no one could make me mesmerized and awed by their presence until Sky. 

I stare in a haze at the door she went through and remember how hard my heart was beating a second ago. I was consumed by her. Everything about her was magnified, it was like she was the only girl in this world and nothing else existed. Her eyes looked a thousand times brighter, her lips were shining, her skin soft and glowing. But what made me lose my mind were her words. Any other girl would have said the same thing she said and it wouldn't have the same effect as it did with her. It was unexpected. The way she took control of the situation and took all the leverage I had of her, away from my prying hands. Literally. 

There is another version of her, hidden from the world and I want to see it. I want to be the only one to see it. 

What the fuck... I frown to myself suddenly realizing how crazy I sound even to myself. I shouldn't have these thoughts. In fact, I shouldn't let her have this much effect on me at all. 

Sky is hiding more secrets than I can count and I am intrigued to find out what they are about. She thinks she can keep them locked up forever but she is so wrong.

I smile to myself realizing Sky doesn't know I live in the same building as her. Well, that's gonna be a great surprise for later. The first time I realized my dad rented me an apartment in this building rather than letting me live in his own house, I was so furious. It was no surprise I wasn't welcomed in his house. I hated him, I still do but I can't deny this place is the best thing he offered me. I get to have my playtoy: Sky. I get to live in the same building as her. My new obsession.

I want to know why she can't touch people. Was it a trauma? Maybe it is a fear of intimacy? 

No that can't be! The way she suggested I do things to her, things I didn't think she ever experienced but now I am not too sure. It makes me believe it's not some phobia she has. 

Then I remember what she said back in that room when I cornered her in uni. She said something about having a vision...

My fingers land on my chin as I try my best to come up with an explanation. I fail and realize that I have been standing in front of the building for way too long staring at the ground.

As soon as I get in my apartment, I look at the mess I left yesterday and curse myself for not tidying the space sooner. But at the same time, it's a good distraction from Sky.

As I start cleaning my apartment my mind drifts away to my dad and the actual mess we are in. How we haven't talked for years but he suddenly reaches out now. Right after my grandpa's death. Something's fishy about this whole thing.

It's been 5 years, 5 whole years since the accident. Since I lost everything. Since my dad turned his back on me and didn't believe a word I said. Flashbacks from that night come running to my brain, suddenly suffocating my throat. Tears start to form in my eyes as I remember the betrayal of my own family. My own father.

I stop myself before getting deeper into my memories. That was the past and it's over now. But what I don't understand is how after all this time, he still has this power over me. I had a life of my own in Tennessee, friends, memories, and a home. But then my dad called last week out of the blue.

 When his number popped up on my screen, my heart immediately started beating so fast out of my chest. I hesitated for a long time before answering. When I did, I wasn't expecting what he would say would change my life. As soon as I picked up he said "Elijah, this your father. You will find a ticket to Oklahoma on your doorstep. Pack all you need, I am transferring you to Oklahoma State University. Don't be late, the flight is in 3 hours. And don't try anything stupid.'' Then he hung up and I couldn't even get a word out. He said all that in one go and left me speechless, my mind swimming in so many questions. None of them would be answered, I was so sure.

I wanted to keep living my life in Tennessee and ignore my dad's call but I knew better than that. My dad is a powerful man, I of all people know that all too well. 

 I found my ticket exactly where my dad said it would be. Then I got a call from one of my best friends. He asked why I was leaving without telling anyone so I asked how he knew and he said that my transfer to Oklahoma State University was approved.

My phone suddenly starts ringing in my back pocket bringing me back to the present away from my unpleasant memories. The rush of adrenaline that curses through me when I check who's calling me makes me dizzy for a second. I was just thinking about him and now my dad is calling me for the first time since I came here.  My only living parent.

''Elijah'' He says as soon as I answer, his voice void of any warmth. I hesitate a second between saying Dad, hi, father... So I settle for a grunt. ''We need to talk" he barks and I wince barely stopping myself from hanging up on him. ''When and where?" my voice is strained and sounds unfamiliar to me.

''Since you don't have any classes tomorrow morning, We will meet around 11. I will send you the location". My father replies, his voice like sharp needles in my head.

"How do you know....'' I ask but he hangs up before I finish. This time I can't stop myself, I throw my phone on the wall. The loud crash a music in my ears.