Sweet Revenge part 1

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-29- Jaleena

“Is it true? Are you absolutely sure?” he whispers at Julian. He nods. “I’m sorry, Roan.”

“Um. Anyone care to tell me what’s going on?” I ask.

Roan turns around slowly and walks over with tears in his eyes. He kneels before me and takes my head gently between his hands.

“This has nothing to do with us. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. I didn’t want to tell you this soon and I hoped it would be in a more special setting, but I want you to know that I love you.”

Through the tears in his eyes I can see the love and admiration. Warmth spreads through my body and there’s no doubt left about if he loves me or not. It’s written all over his face. I blink away my own tears and cover his hands with mine and turn my head a little to place a kiss in the palm of his hand.

“I know. I love you too,” I choke. Roan presses his lips against mine and I put all my feelings into the kiss, hoping he can feel how much I meant what I said.

“Xavier is not only your half-brother, he’s also mine. We share the same father.” Roan says.

I freeze. No, no, no, this can’t be true. That makes us what? Stepbrother and stepsister? Roan can’t be my brother. Why does this keep happening, why can’t I have just one thing that’s good for me? Hell, why does everything always turn into one big cluster fuck?

“What the fuck?” I yell while waving my hands through the air. “No! That can’t be right! How can your father be... that?”

He lays his big hands on my shoulder and forces me to look at him and the tears I saw earlier in his eyes are running freely over his cheeks.

“I don’t know. I do know that it doesn’t change anything. Xavier is our family, but you’re my person. I love you, more than anything or anyone and you have to remember that.” he states.

“I know, Roan, I really do, but you have to admit that this is weird. How did your father know my mother anyway? Where is he? Is he still alive? I don’t know shit about any of your family, apart from Nina but that’s not the same is it?” I ramble. Damnit, this is fucking with my head and it just doesn’t add up.

“Were missing something,” I tell them. From the corner of my eye, I see Julian nodding.

“I agree. And if I’m right, this will change the entire game. I need to look into it because I have a feeling this is not the end of it.”

I push Roan off me to get up and start pacing in the middle of the room. We need to find out how my mother and Roan’s father met and more importantly, where has he been all these years?

I feel a headache coming up and it’s important to calm down before my powers force me to release it. Considering I’ve exploded an entire building makes me realize I need to be even more careful. It seems like my power grows every day even though I don’t do anything for it. Other than shimmering, I haven’t done anything special to get it more under control. I’m not particularly looking forward to it so I’m fine with it the way it is. I’ll get by when the time comes and if not, well, hopefully, my father will take the biggest hit. I hate working out. You get tired and sweaty and it’s taking forever to see a little change in your body. Besides, you need to watch your food which means you can’t just stuff your face with ice cream every time you feel down or when you have your period.

“Jaleena, you need to get out of your head.” Gideon’s soft voice reaches me and I grasp it in my mind. I know how easily I get distracted and it still surprises me how easily they read me. I blink a few times to clear the haze in my head.

“Found it!” Julian suddenly yells. I look up at the screens on the wall and when I see a friendly face on one of them, I’m instantly drawn back into a memory.

“Honey, did you finish your breakfast?” Marissa asks when she walks into the kitchen. I like Marissa, she’s sweet and she reminds me of my mom. She doesn’t really look like my mother, because my mom had short blond hair en was really tall. She had legs that reached the sky and we always joked that she could be a model if she didn’t like to eat so much. I guess we're the same when it comes to food. Marissa is short and round because she also loves to eat a lot. She has a sweet tooth, just like me. Her hair is long and wavy that almost reaches her butt and it has the same color as a raven’s wing. She is so beautiful. Her skin is soft and sometimes it’s almost as if it’s glowing. I wish I looked more like her and my mom but instead, I got the looks from my father. Talk about bad luck.

“Yeah, I’m full. Can I watch tv now?” I ask her. We’re in the cabin in the mountains and it’s snowing really hard so I can’t go outside. Marissa said I needed to wait until it stopped or I would get sick.

She smiles sweetly. “Sure, but not too long. I need your help with the muffins I planned on baking today.”

I hop off the chair and run towards the small living room. It’s not nearly as big as at home, but it’s cozy. I’m sure it also has something to do with the fact that my father stayed behind this time. Every year I’m looking forward to the winter because I really like Marissa. She’s the only one that talks to me as if I mean something to her, that I’m important.

I sigh when my favorite cartoon ends and I switch off the tv. It’s time to make some muffins.

“Can we bake now?” I ask when I walk back into the kitchen. Marissa already set up everything we need on the kitchen counter and I don’t need the recipe. We always make muffins when I’m in the mountains so I can do it without thinking.

Together we add everything in the big bowl, chatting and singing along with the Spanish songs that she likes so much. I don’t understand what they’re singing about, but it’s fun to watch her dance and make silly moves while mixing and using the mixer as a microphone.

“You know,” she starts after the song ended “My Roan likes to bake muffins. You would actually like him.”

What. The. Fuck. I snap out of the memory. I can’t believe I didn’t connect the dots sooner. She used to talk about her son all the time, about how sweet he was, and that she wished for us to meet someday. We both knew that my father would never allow that. Fuck, she even showed me some pictures and now that I have the image clear in my head, I can see he didn’t change much and I can kick myself for not recognizing him.

I snap my head up and look into Roan's eyes.

“You’re mother is my Marissa,” I whisper.

Please let me know what you think of it so far. Did you see it coming? Because I didn't ;) I didn't plan for this to happen, because she just takes over and every plan I made so far was thrown in the trash. Please leave a comment and don't forget to like the story. The next update will be there soon. Stay safe!

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