I am Widow

Chapter 37

PAUL POV:

Sunday at the Mall

"Okay, so what's worse being stab or cut?" I ask.

Widow licks her vanilla cone and thinks for a while. "hmm, does it matter? You still gonna die."

"Well true but wouldn't stabbing be more painful? I mean, the knife is actually going inside and crap," I say.

She chuckles, "You are so weird. How about we change subjects?"

"Okay, how about we go to my house and talk about more in private? Besides my little sister is anxious to met you," I say.

She smiles and asks what my sister's name. I tell her it's Emily Rose.

"How old is she?" she asks.

"She will be 9 this Friday."

"Hey I gotta pee so," she says. I say okay and wait for her. I still can't believe that I had sex with her. It felt more than sex for me, I wonder if she felt the same thing.

I check my phone and see a missing call. I check who it is and surprise, Jackson called. I look for Widow, I don't want her to hear his voice. I dial him back, "Hi?"

"I only called to make sure you know that on Monday, we have 3-hour practice. I don't want any excuses, remember I am the captain now. Don't want a losing team." Jackson says. His voice sounds so rough and tired. He sounds sick like if he has a sore throat.

"Don't worry, I will be there. Anything else?" I ask.

"Just one thing: Don't get close to Widow. Don't talk, touch, or even try to kiss her," I interrupt him, "Whoa! Wait a minute, first YOU broke up with her. Second I can do whatever I want, which includes talking to Widow. And third, you are only my teammate, cause I don't see you as my friend anymore. You changed."

"Shut up Paul! You changed too,"

"What? Because I finally stand up to you? I am finally being myself and not in your shadow anymore,"

I didn't see Widow standing next to me, until she got my phone.

"Jackson, stop being an asshole. Paul still cares about you despite of everything. And he can talk to me as much as he wants, and even kiss me. Do you want me to pass him the phone?" she asks Jackson. Her face is strong but her eyes just seem to fall apart. She keeps her voice in a same tone.

I hear Jackson say no and hangs up. Widow gives me my phone back, "He told me to take care. Does he really care about us? Me?"

"He is really messed up now Wid. He isn't really thinking right, let time pass and if the opportunity comes, talk to him. Get the answers you want and need." I answer.

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WIDOW POV:

We arrive to this suburban looking house.

Paul parks and he opens my door. "Okay, lets go in." he says. We walk hand by hand inside the house.

"Paul is that you honey?" a woman yells from the kitchen. Paul drags me to the kitchen and I see a lean brunette cooking. She turns to see me and smiles. "Well who is this?" she asks Paul. I figure out its his mom since she has his eyes.

"Mom, this is Widow Johnson, I talked about her one time remember?"

"Oh yes, the young lady that helped you. Hi Widow, I am Gwen, Paul's mother. Nice to met you," She has a big smile on her face since she saw where our hands where.

I release my hand and shake hers. "Well, as you know, I'm Widow. It's very nice to met you."

"Mom, we gonna be at my room. Where is Emily? I wanna her to met Widow." Paul asks.
"She is in her room. Is Widow going to have dinner with us?" Gwen asks.
Paul signals me to say yes, "Sure. Why not," I answer.