Adorkable (BWWM/Plussize)

Forty Eight

Aden
I curse when my phone goes to voice message again. I have to stop myself from tossing the phone at my window shield. This is about the hundredth time I've tried to call April to only hear her voice mail answer.

I don't care if she's mad at me. I'm more then ready to have her curse and yell at me. I just need to talk to her. I need to be able to explain.

If she doesn't answer I can't keep her safe. I have to talk to her and find out how much she knows. More importantly I have to make sure she doesn't put the pieces together.

I remember the video my father had showed me of April in her room. The feed had been a live one of her sitting on her bed.

Anytime, son. I can make my move at anytime and no one could stop me. My father's voice repeated in my head.

After my father's men had pulled me off of him that was the video he'd showed me. He had threatened April and the only thing that had stopped me from trying to strangle him had been the three body guard that held me down.

"If you want to keep her safe you play by my rules now and you make sure no one talks." My father had said.

I glared back at him. My anger had taken over and all I could see was red. The two men struggled to keep me held back. When I jumped forward they'd been the only thing to hold me back and even my father had to step back.

"See son this is the difference between the powerful and the powerless. Without power all you have is your anger. Power is the ability to make things happen. Power is what allowed me protect my family and my livelihood." My father said.

My father walked back towards me. He bent down so that we were eye level.

" You want to protect your little girl then you're going to need the power to make it happen, but I'm done giving you hand outs. You want the power then you're going to have to take it. Until then know that every breath your little b'tch takes is the breath I allow her to breath." He'd said.

My hands tightened around the wheel as I think back about what had happened. He wanted a war. In some sick way he probably thought making me go up against him would turn me into the weapon he always wanted me to be.

I didn't care in more. Giving into my anger was exactly what he wanted but I didn't care if I was playing right into his hand. I just wanted to see him bleed.

My inner monster clawed to the surface and I did nothing to try to fight it back. What was the point of the son of the devil pretending to be anything else then the monster he was born to be.

The only thing that keep me from going after my father right now was April. My father was a cruel man but not a dumb one. If I attacked him right now he'd have a safety plan to take out April.

No, if I was going to take down my father I would have to be just as smart as I would be ruthless. The cops, judges, and thugs who were loyal to him acted as his protection. If I was going to take him down I'd have to take apart his empire piece by piece.

But before all of that I had to make sure April was okay. I thought about maybe distancing myself from her. If my father thought she was of no importance to me she'd be safe, but the only way that worked was if my father believed it.

My father would have no problem with killing an innocent girl like April to test my affections. That's why the safest place for April would be right next to me.

I pulled up to the school and hopped out of the car. I raced into the building hoping to see April inside. It had been a few day since Jamal's death, but I hoped by some chance she'd deiced to return to school.