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“What do you mean by what is it?” I snarled as I took the pizza box from the delivery guy, held the phone to my ear with my shoulder and dipped my hands into my pocket to pay him. “You know why I’m calling.”
“I told you I’ll call you when I’m done with it. You don’t know who we are dealing with bro, if I get caught I’ll die,” he said as if Jordan was some sort of killer or something.
“What does 'you'll die’ even mean? You’re talking as if you’re on a suicide mission. It’s just to get pictures of her.”
“Yeah yeah right. You think it’s still someone you know, don’t you? You don’t know what I know, especially not these past few days. So calm down and let me cook,” he groaned.
In anger, I removed my hands from my pocket and held the phone tighter to my ear. “Well cook fast, I’m hungry for pictures of her and stop talking as if she is a monster. That’s not my Flower,” I murmured.
The delivery guy shifted on his foot with an impatient look on his face and I cussed inwardly. I whispered a ‘sorry’ and handed him his money.
He turned and walked away without even saying ‘thank you’ or anything, and I guessed he was having a shitty day just like me.
“You really want to die, don’t you? What do you mean by that’s not your… Didn’t you hear me? I said it’s no longer who you know.” He half yelled and I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, as I settled the pizza on the table.
“Then what do I do?” I breathed out tiredly, slumping my shoulders in submission.
“I’ll call you later. Don’t call me again, I'm serious.” He hung up before I could reply and I groaned.
What did he mean by if he got caught, he’d die? I didn’t like the way he said that. To an outsider, she would be depicted as a monster or a beast. He didn’t know who she was, he shouldn’t say things like that about her.
Or was I the one who was oblivious to who she was now? Would she really kill him if she found him taking pictures of her? Flower, kill? Those two words didn’t belong in the same sentence.
Flower was small, she was… everything but wicked. She could never do something like that.
Right?
My phone rang again and I eagerly picked it only to see that it was Raphael, my brother. I rolled my eyes before clicking on the accept option.
“Five minutes,” I snarled and he chuckled. He really had to call now that I was thinking about Jordan and drowning in the peaceful bliss of our memories.
Talk about perfectly ruining the moment.
“Take it easy bro. Well you already know why I’m calling.”
“No, I don’t. The last time I checked, I don't read minds.” He laughed again and I tapped on my study desk impatiently.
“Fine, I’m calling about the party at Fords Hall. You know you will be going, right?”
“And why would I? I don’t remember me telling any of you to inform me when anyone hosts a boring party filled with perverted people with weird fetish such as sleeping with little girls,” I spat.
“Jayden,” he barked and sighed almost immediately. “This is why I don’t like to call you. I don’t know why he tells me to call you every time.”
“And who the fuck is ‘he’?”
“Your father, Jayden, your father. He has been calling you for some days now with no good go-through. He won’t be there and he wants you to represent him.”
“And you all think I’ll do as he says just because?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
What were these people up to and since when did I represent my dad at parties?
“He didn’t ask, he commanded. ‘Tell Jayden to represent me,’ that was how he said it. You and Troy are going, and you already know it’s final.”
“Well, tell him I said I’m not going,” I declared.
“You have to get involved, Jayden. You’re still a part of the family.”
“Unfortunately,” I Iashed out. “Tell him I’m not going, Raphael.”