Leave {z.m.}

Twenty Nine

I was able to run all the way back to my flat without stopping. 

Being dead allows you to avoid exhaustion. I tried to ignore the thoughts brought forth as a result of my father showing up out of the blue, but my mind was spinning. Who did he think he was? He could not just march into my life after being gone for so long. When I needed a father most, he was nowhere to be found. I would never forgive him.

When I was younger, I had not particularly cared about the fact that a father-figure was missing from the picture. I had only been concerned about my mother. The man she loved. The man she thought was supportive. The man she thought she knew so well. He was a liar. A selfish man. My anger towards him was the anger missing from my mother. She had never spent much energy thinking about these things.

She loved me and cared for me as though my father had never been around in the first place. The main regret I had after her death was that she never lived the life she deserved. She had me of course, but I don't believe she ever experienced that true love. I never have either, but that was determined for me ever since I was born. It was truly a miracle how I was even created.

My father never loved my mother; he was not supposed to, but I cannot believe how that would be possible. My mother was radiant and beautiful inside and out. My father and mother had me...but they had not done it out of love. My mother may have, but he was emotionless through it all. I thought it was possible before...before I met Adelaide to not have romantic feelings for anyone.

Love was inevitable no matter how desperately I struggled to stay away from it. 

It was foreign and dangerous especially because of the curse. The perished were not supposed to touch or feel anything regarding love, so my past family members essentially made love...without actually involving love in the process. It sounded disgusting and wrong, and it was too complicated for me to dwell upon.

I knocked on the front door once as I waited for Adelaide to open it. I had noticed her car in the parking lot. An idea had hit me earlier and I intended on sharing it with her. Adelaide appeared at the door and I stepped inside without speaking for a moment.

She had irate tears in her brown eyes and I cocked my head to one side as she closed the door and crossed her arms in front of me. 

"Where were you?" She questioned sourly. 

"I will explain that later, but I have a question first. Is your cousin, Cecilia, a sorceress?"

Adelaide went over and perched on the edge of the sofa. 

"You are one crazy bastard." 

I could sense coldness in her voice and heart as she replied. 

I sighed, "I was with Louis." 

"Why?" She demanded. 

"I wanted to see if he knew of any sorceresses besides Gemma," I lied. 

"Bullshit," she accused.

"I beg your pardon?" 

"You are lying, Zayn. I know you are. If you were just with Louis, you would've at least called me and told me that. You're still a stupid robot when it comes to emotions, but I know you care about me. I know you would've called. Just tell me where you were. Did something happen?"

I stared at her. I did not want her to know that my father had taken me. I did not wish to continue thinking about him, and I did not want to stress her with the thought that the man who abandoned me had wrongfully stole me back.

"I am telling the truth. I was with Louis." 

Adelaide hopped off of the sofa and gathered her belongings. 

"Where are you going?" 

"I'm going to try to go to class. At this rate, I'll probably miss the first 20 minutes of my first class."

I frowned, "I wish you would stay." 

She glared at me and opened the front door with a noticeable twinge of surprise in her dark eyes, 

"Even if I didn't have class, I would still leave. I don't want to deal with your lies at the moment." 

I opened my mouth but she spoke again, "I'll talk to Cecilia for you."

She then proceeded to slam the door and head to her car.