Chapter Four
1654 Words
Desire's Pov:
Anthony and his friends, Darrell and Justin, were cool to hang around. They were a funny bunch and I envied their relationship. They had known each other for years and here I was, having to make new friends, every six months. That s**t just aggravated me.
The last bell rang and students ran out of the classrooms, ready to go home.
"You're working tonight?" Darrell asked Anthony.
"Ugh, yeah." Anthony groaned.
"We should just show up." Justin chuckled. "In N Out is the best."
"What's that?" I asked.
I had never heard of In N Out, so their bringing it up, had me intrigued.
"It's a burger spot out here in California," Anthony answered. "It's very popular."
"Can we go to it?" I asked them.
"I mean, yeah, but we can go around 6 pm. That's when I work."
"How can I get there?" I asked.
"You don't have maps on your phone?" Justin asked.
I raised my eyebrows at him and Anthony just shook his head.
"I can just pick you up from your house." He shrugged.
"No." I declined. "My parents have a strict 'no boys' code." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, wow," Justin said. "They still have those?"
"Lots of parents do." Darrell told him.
"Then, we can meet down the street from it."
It sounded like a cool idea. Plus, I was not trying to be in the house when there were others that were going out and having fun. I nodded my head to Anthony's suggestion.
"We can do that." I told him.
"Great." Anthony smiled, then handed me his phone. "Put your number in here and I'll let you know when I'm ready, okay?"
"Sure."
I grabbed his phone and put my number in. There was a loud honk coming and the four of us turned to the streets. As soon as I saw my father, standing there by the car, I immediately handed Anthony his phone and rushed down the stairs that led to the streets. I waited until the cars stopped, then rushed across the street. He turned his eyes to me as soon as I walked over.
"Who is that guy?" Father questioned me.
"He's... He's just a friend." I told him. "Don't worry about it."
Father just stared at me before he turned and walked to the other side of the car. I sighed and walked to the car. Father unlocked the door and I got in. Right as I sat down, father grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I yelped as he tightened his grip.
"You heard my warning earlier today, right?" He asked me.
"Yes!" I shouted. "I haven't told anybody about my abilities!"
He released me and I moved closer to the door, away from my father. He started the car and drove away from the school.
***
I stormed into the house, throwing my bag on the ground. Mother rushed in to see what was going on.
"Desire, what's wrong?" Mother asked me.
"Ask your husband." I told her as I ran up the stairs.
I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I walked to my bed and sat down on it. Then, I glanced at my arm. The mark my father put on me was already healing, but still... He shouldn't have grabbed me at all.
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"YOU DON'T HAVE TO GRAB HER AT ALL!" Mother shouted. "SHE'S SUPPOSED TO MAKE FRIENDS, DEMETRIUS!"
" A MORTAL MALE?!" Father shouted back. "I'M SORRY, BUT I CAN HAVE CONCERNS! I'M HER f*****g FATHER AND I SHOULD BE ABLE TO PROTECT MY DAUGHTER WITHOUT MY WIFE QUESTIONING ME ABOUT ANY f*****g THING!"
The front door was slammed shut and sighed with relief. A minute later, a light knock came on the door.
"Desire, I'm coming in." Mother told me.
She opened the door and walked in. She stood by the door and gave me a small smile.
"You want to talk about it?"
"How your husband is a a-hole? No, I don't."
"Regardless, he is still your father. You must respect him."
"And he has to respect me."
"What happened?"
I turned to face her and sighed.
"He got mad because he saw me talking to a couple of guys at school."
"What guys?"
"One of the guys is the guy we met earlier."
Mom raised her eyebrow at me.
"Him?"
I nodded.
"Why were you with him?"
"Mom, we have some classes together and we just hung out. He's a cool guy and today, I didn't have to feel nervous or anything because him and his friends made me laugh the entire time. Everybody has been staring at me and talking about me the entire time today, but him and his friends. So, yes, I hung out with them and I'm going to do it again tomorrow and the next days. They even invited me out this evening to get some food."
Mom stared at me.
"Desire, I understand you had a good day, but your father has a right to be protective of you."
"So, it's okay for him to put his hands on me? Is that what you're saying?"
"No, he knows better. I already spoke to him about that."
I rolled my eyes and glanced down at the ground. Mom placed her hand under my chin, forcing me to look at her.
"If I say you can go tonight, will you behave?" Mother asked.
My mood changed and I immediately nodded my head.
"Yes, I will." I told her.
"Then, I give you permission,"
I got off the bed and hugged my mother. She wrapped her arms around me and we both hugged for a minute. I glanced at the door and I saw my father standing there.
"Let me talk to her." Father said to Mother.
Mother released me and turned to her husband.
"Make it right." She told him as she walked past him.
She shut the door and I sat on the bed with my eyes on my father. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms over his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked me.
"Yup." I told him.
"I'm sorry about earlier."
"You sure? You seemed happy to do it."
"I wasn't. I don't ever want you to feel that I would put my hands on you. I never did that before."
I looked in another direction, trying to avoid his eyes. If I kept looking at him, I would just cry. He scared me earlier.
"I heard you were going out tonight with those guys."
"Mom said I could."
I looked back at him and he nodded his head.
"Can I trust you to behave?"
"I never gave you a reason to not trust me."
Father sighed but nodded his head at me.
"Don't disappoint me." He told me.
"Never did, so a while ago was unnecessary."
Father pushed off the wall and walked to the door.
"Make sure to do your homework before you have any fun with your friends." He told me.
"Yes, father." I told him.
"And I want him to pick you up from the house."
Father walked out of the room and I sighed. Of course, he did. My phone rang and I took it from my pocket. It was a message from an unknown number. When I read it, I got excited. Not for Anthony, but because my parents were allowing me to leave the house. I sent a message back to Anthony, letting him know my address and that my father is allowing him to pick me up from my house. Once I finished the text, I put my phone on the bed and went to find an oufit.
***
It was 5:30pm and I was downstairs, waiting for Anthony. There was a part of me that was sad because I felt he wasn't coming. My mother sensed my mixed emotions and chuckled.
"Give him a moment, okay?" She asked me.
"Okay."
A knock came on the door and I was ready to rush to it, but my father stopped me as he walked to the door. I glanced at my mother and she shook her head, chuckling.
"You know the rules, Desire. Your father must always meet the guys that come for you."
"Wow, mom. You make it sound like I had multiple."
"Thank goodness you aren't like most girls. I'd have a stroke."
I smiled and continued watching my father. He opened the door and moved out the way.
"Come in." Father told Anthony.
"Thank you, Sir." Anthony walked in and my father shut the door behind him.
Anthony looked at me and I mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him. He smiled and nodded.
"What time will you have her back?" Father questioned Anthony.
"I get off of work at 11 pm tonight," Anthony told him. "So, around 11:45pm, if that's okay?"
"That's fine," Father told him. "I hope you don't have any of those ideas."
"What ideas?"
"Dad, please stop."
"We're both guys. I know what most guys want at your age."
Anthony squinted his eyes at my father.
"You think I want to have s*x with your daughter?"
"Do you?"
"No, we're just going to eat with a couple of friends and that's it."
Father nodded his head, but I already knew what he was doing. He was listening to his heart, a wolf's way of finding the truth.
"Dad!"
I smacked my lips and walked over to Anthony. Father glanced me and I shook my head at him.
"Can we go now?" I asked him.
"Yes, you can go." Father told me.
I smiled and turned to the door, opening it.
"Nice meeting you guys," Anthony told. "And it's nice to see you again."
"You too, sweetheart," Mother told him. "You guys enjoy yourselves and we'll see you later."
"Bye, guys."
Anthony and I walked out the house and ran to his car.
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