Devour Me

Chapter XI - It's Nice To Hear From You

I wasn't able to sleep much last night. With the constant tossing and turning as well as hearing the front door of King's house open and close. Four hours of sleep was all I got and I knew from the lack of sleep mixed with my emotions about who I am was going to make me me into a raging bitch. Whenever I got into those types of moods I typically would close myself off. Kaliyah and Xuriella would check on me throughout the day, I'll lay in bed all day and binge watch my favorite shows while eating my life away. It's an unhealthy coping mechanism but at least I wasn't spazzing on anyone.

I was walking down the hall to the kitchen when I noticed that King's office door was cracked. I figured he probably didn't realize the door wasn't fully closed. Granted I was curious to see what he had in his office but my curiosity wasn't piqued by him. I was curious about my biological father. King had left Bronx's number on top of his desk for me. Although he offered to sit in with me when I finally decided to call I knew this was a thing I needed to do alone.

Taking a slow deep breath I gently pushed the door open and peeked inside. Looking around briefly I stepped inside of the office and closed the door behind me. King's office was befitting for him. It was simple yet had a chic flare to it. The walls were all white with light grey trimmings, his desk was all glass, the legs were silver, three glass drawers were on each side with silver handles complementing them. He has various art work hanging up. And like the vain person he portrays himself to be, a large painting of him was behind his desk. Shaking my head at the painting I stepped behind his desk and took a seat on the white leather office chair.

Just where he left it on his desk front and center was Bronx's number. Looking down at it I chewed on the corner of my lip. Was I mentally prepared to do this ? What was I even going to say to him ? So many questions swirled around in my mind that it caused a headache to come on. Placing my two fingers on each side of my temples I rubbed them lightly while exhaling. I was aware that at some point I would need to speak to him especially when my mother couldn't provide all the answers to the questions I had. Reaching into the kangaroo pouch of my hoodie I retrieved my phone. Unlocking the device I picked up the paper and dialed Bronx's number. Placing the phone on speaker I let it rest on the desk.

The phone rang about three times before someone picked up. A deep voice graced the phone causing me to swallow my words. He said hello a few times before silence fell between us.

"Nyx ? Is it really you ?" Bronx asked quietly

A lump grew in my throat as he said my name. I couldn't believe after twenty eight years I was finally hearing my biological father's voice. A mixture of emotions flooded me. I felt happiness, sadness, anger and even confusion. Tears cascaded along my cheeks as my hands shook anxiously. A creaking noise caught my attention causing me to bring my eyes up from the phone to the door. King had stepped inside, I'm pretty sure he heard Bronx's voice because he didn't say anything. Instead he took a seat across from me on the white love seat and motioned me to come sit next to him.

"Hi Bronx" I said wiping away my tears 

Picking up the phone I walked to King. Taking a seat beside him I placed the phone down on the arm of the couch. I could hear Bronx shuffling around before his end of the phone became silent again.

"I can't express enough how sorry I am for not being there for you. Your mother had moved on with a normal human and I figured I would be doing you a favor by not tearing that away from you. I thought I was keeping you safe" Bronx expressed, he words were strained as if he were trying to keep himself from crying

"I wished that you didn't. I had so many questions as to why the man who I thought was my father looked nothing like me but now all of those question got replaced to what and who the fuck is my father. Excuse my language" I said with a strain chuckle as I was holding back my own tears