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I was the first to pull away from the kiss.

"No," I shook my head, "You can't do that. You can't kiss me and deny your feelings for me afterwards,"

"I'm not denying anything," he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"What?" My eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm sorry for hurting you," he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry for being mad at you," I said.

"Don't be. You have every right to. I don't deserve you. You're to good for me," his eyes were watering.

"What are you talking about?" I frowned.

"I like you, but I can't be with you right now. I have to concentrate on my career. You deserve someone, who can be there for you. Someone who loves you as much as you love them. You deserve to be happy. I'm sorry for everything, I didn't want to hurt you," a tear rolled down his cheek.

"You should've thought about that before kissing me again,"

"I know. It was stupid. I just hope now that I explained everything to you, you'll be able to understand it and move on,"

Everything? He was still lying. He wouldn't admit it either, I knew he wouldn't. I had to talk to my dad. I had to confront him. But I couldn't do that, because he had left for Berlin already.

Maybe if I talked to my dad, he would change his mind and allow Jamal to be with me. Maybe everything could go back to how it was. Maybe everything would be okay.

"Yeah. I think you should leave. It's raining pretty heavily," I said and turned around.

"Can we still be friends?" he asked.

"Honestly Jamal, I don't know," my voice sounded tired.

I walked to the door and opened it. I took the elevator to my floor and took a shower once I had entered my apartment. I changed into comfier clothes and replayed everything that happened in my head.

...

It had been about a week since I overheard my father and Jamal talking and Jamal kissed me the second time. I was furious at my dad and I was planning on confronting him as soon as he got back from Berlin. I didn't know what I was feeling towards Jamal. I was disappointed that he didn't just tell me the truth, but I was also sad because he had rejected me once again.

It was a week full of overthinking and many different emotions were coursing through my body.

In the middle of the week, I got a call from a hospital in Nuremberg. They told me, my mom had been brought in a few minutes ago, because she fell down the stairs and her neighbor found her laying on the floor. She was stable and when I talked to her on the phone, she told me not to worry and I didn't need to come and visit her.

Apparently, she slipped and fell down a few stairs hurting her neck pretty bad. Luckily her neighbor found her and immediately called an ambulance.

The doctors performed surgery to stabilize her neck and they did a lot of test the following days.

I kept in touch with her and called her every day, making sure she was alright.

She had to stay in the hospital for a few more days, so the doctors could make sure she was healing correctly.

I knew my dad was flying back from Berlin and I wanted to pick him up from the airport, but he insisted on taking a taxi.

I had walked to the campus as usual in the morning and was looking for my dad the entire day, but since he wasn't at the morning training session, I assumed he hadn't arrived in Munich yet.

I was walking around the campus after lunch looking for my dad again, when I spotted him entering one of the buildings. I followed him inside and walked into a conference room. He was sitting at one of the desks and looked up, when he saw me walking in.

"Isabella, what are you doing here?" he asked surprised.

"I have to talk to you," I took a seat opposite of him.

"What is it?"

"I know about your deal with Jamal. I know that you told him to convince me that he doesn't have any feelings for me," I said.

"Okay,"

Okay. That's all he said. He didn't even seem bothered. He didn't care.

"How could you do this to me?" I got up.

"I wanted to protect you from getting hurt,"

"Bullshit! You didn't even bother talking to me on the phone, after what happened with Max," I reminded him.

My mom and Sofia were the only ones comforting me back then.

"I was very busy during that time,"

"That's the problem! You're always busy! That's why you and mom got a divorce, she didn't want to have to wait for you her entire life, just for you to not show up anyways!"

"Don't bring your mother into this," he warned me.

"She's in the hospital right now and you don't care. You didn't even call her!"

"I was planning on calling her later today,"

"Yeah right," sarcasm was dripping from my words.

"I don't have to explain myself to you,"

"If you'd just act like a normal parent, you wouldn't have to," I said.

"I was only acting in your best interest. That boy would have only distracted you,"

"No. He wouldn't have. And you're not acting in my best interest, you're acting in what you think is Jamal's best interest. But you have no idea how wrong you are,"

"I'm his coach, I know what's best for him,"

"You're supposed to be my father too! You don't get it, do you? I'm in pain. He hurt me, because you told him to. I was so confused why he would do that, it didn't make any sense, but I get it now. You're the most selfish person I have ever met,"

"Oh, get over it. It's just a crush," he rolled his eyes at me.

"No, it's not. I'm in love with him. But you wouldn't understand that. God, you don't even know me. You spent all my life travelling around, caring about everything but your family. I can't really expect you to care now, can I?"

"I care. I do. I told him to stop it before anything to serious would develop between the two of you,"

"He kissed me, dad! I can't just forget that. I can't just act like nothing happened," I shook my head.

"You are not telling him that you know," my dad warned me.

"What if I do?" I asked.

"I'll send you back to Nuremberg,"

"I'm 18, you can't tell me to do anything,"

"I'm still your father,"

"I'm not going back," I replied.

"I'll get you fired and ban you from the campus. You won't be getting any money from me. How do like that?"

He was right. He had the upper hand and I was helpless. I couldn't do anything without money or a job. I turned around and walked away tears forming in my eyes.

I wouldn't change his mind. He didn't care about me. All he cared about was his job.

...

I called Sofia after my fight with my dad and she was pretty surprised when I told her how he reacted.

"You have two options: Either you tell Jamal anyways and both of you keep it a secret or you'll have to live with the fact that your father is a dick, who doesn't allow you to be with the person you're in love with and the fact that Jamal likes you back, but neither of you can do anything about it," Sofia said.

"I can't just not do anything. You know how much I hate that. But I'm scared to take the risk as well,"

"I can't make the decision for you, I'm sorry. To be honest, I'm glad I don't have to make this decision,"

"Ugh, I'm way too indecisive for these types of things," 

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author's note:

happy chapter 20!

can't believe I've written 20 chapters for this!

have a good night/day everyone <3


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