Destined To Be.

Chapter 6

Mrs Khan and I have finally cleaned their garage. She wanted me to come over when the kids were out for what she was about to do would be a painful task and she didn’t want the kids to see her doing it.

Azlan was a fitness freak. He had allsorts of gym apparatuses and he was also into weight lifting. The garage was his makeshift gym so to speak and having the things lying around collecting dust was not a good reminder whenever someone popped into it.

Mrs Khan wanted me to have it all but I couldn't. It reminded me too much of him. It reminded me of him introducing me to weightlifting and I didn't need the painful memories every time I looked at them.

So we decided that we would donate it to the local gym. The equipment is state of the art and Mrs Khan liked the idea of other kids using it for free at the local gym.

Having packed away all the stuff in the van , I’m in the kitchen drinking some tea and eating some delicious homemade pakoras courtesy of Mrs Khan when I sense more than hear Ayla approaching.

Fuck! She’s not supposed to be here.

I quickly look at Mrs Khan and she turns a panicked look of her own in return. Ayla walks in full of smiles but her face instantly drops when she sees me sitting at their kitchen table.

Fuck!

“Ayla, is everything okay dear, you're home early.” Mrs Khan forces a smile on her face as she shares another look with me.

“Everything’s fine Mamma, I have a tummy ache so Amanda told me to go home and rest.” She goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water.

Mrs Khan shakes her head at me, as a signal for me to go. The van is out front and she wants it gone before her children realise what is happening.

“I best be going Mrs Khan, thanks for the tea and pakoras.” I quickly get up and hug Mrs Khan and nod my head at Ayla, who nods her in return.

I’m making my way down the hallway when I hear Ayla said to her mom in a curious voice.

“What is he doing here”. Clearly the way she says he is as if I’m shit stuck to her shoe.

My jaw clenches at her tone as I close the door and make my way towards the van.

I don't know why she gets under my skin each and every time I see her. Yes, I'm the one who dropped her. Yes, I am a dick towards her but when she looks at me as if she wants to castrate my balls and feed them to our neighbour’s.. Mr Maloney’s dogs... I don't like the feeling that washes over my whole being.

Damn it!

I’m just about to start the van when The Khan’s door is thrown open and Ayla runs out, tears streaming down her face. She flings open the van door and faces me head on.

“Get out, now!” Her voice is full of pain as she stares at me with accusation.

“Ayla you need to calm down”. I turn in the seat , ready to climb down when she comes at me and grips me from the t-shirt... she pulls, not realising that I’m too heavy for her and rips my shirt at the front.

I look at her in shock as I see she's crying and then Mrs Khan comes and approaches us. Her face is also stained with tears.

“Ayla Dear, you need to let James go. He’s only doing what I asked him to, let go of him please.”Mrs Khan hugs Ayla from behind as she still holds  on to me and my ripped t- shirt... She looks at me with pain and hatred.

“What right does he have, Mamma? What right does he have to take Azlan things away? Mamma, why couldn't you discuss it with us before you came to this decision.” Ayla is addressing her mother but she is staring at me the whole time.