Wish by H.R. Davison (books you need to read TXT) 📖

hug her body. The tight tank top and jeans she is wearing leave everything and nothing to the imagination. “Hey Lilli.” I say to her.

 

“Ohhhh DJ I didn’t know you were going to be here.” She coos, sliding up close to me. She whispers in my ear so she can be heard of the blaring music. “I figured you would be with your little girlfriend.”

 

“She is busy.” I tell Lilli. “Or else I would be.”

 

“Busy huh?” Lilli says batting her eyes. “I’m not busy. You’re not busy. Spend some time with me DJ. I miss you.”

 

Before I can reply she is pulling me away from the party down a hallway. The music gets quieter and I can hear myself think now. “No Lilli.” I say stopping in my tracks. I know where this is going and I know what she wants. I will not cheat on Kat. No matter how badly my body wants to be with Lilli. I stiffen my resolve and walk away from her.

 

I hear her yell at me as I quickly walk away. “You will wish you had DJ.” Her laughter echoes down the hall. “You will look back at this and realize you should have gone into that room with me and listened to what I had to say!”

 

 

Kat

 

After an exhausting day at school I meet Andy at my house. He is waiting for me on the front porch when I pull up.

 

“Hey Andy.” I wave to him as I walk over to him. “So we start training today?”

 

“Yes.” He replies, standing up and meeting me halfway. “But not here.”

 

“Where?” I ask.

 

“We are going to my house. My dad was your mother’s general after the fall. If anyone can train you properly it will be him.”

 

“Oh… okay.” I say, suddenly unsure about all of this. I don’t know if I am ready to meet Andy’s family or others like me yet. I just learned about all this and it is still so new to me. What if I do something wrong, or say the wrong thing?

 

All my fears vanish once I arrive. We pull into the driveway of a modest two story house not far from mine. The front yard is mowed, absent of any falling leaf, even though two of the largest oak trees in town must be standing in front of the house like sentries. When we walk in the smell of cinnamon pervades the air and girl about a year or two younger than me is sitting on the couch watching TV. “Hey Sera.” Andy greets her. “This is Kat. Kat this is my younger sister Sera.” The young girl sitting on the couch has medium length dyed black hair. Her dark eyes are covered in black makeup and her pale skin is in stark contrast to the black clothing she is wearing. She must be going through a Goth phase.

 

Sera nods at me and smiles, turning back to the TV she dismisses us. Wow, typical teenager. I hope I wasn’t that bad a few years ago, knowing I was. A beautiful woman with short chestnut hair cut to her shoulders walks into the room from what I assume is the kitchen carrying a plate of cinnamon rolls. She sees us and stops. “Andy?” She asks questioningly.

 

“Mom…” Andy replies. “This is Kat. Kat this is my mom.”

 

“Uhh hi.” I say quietly, with my hands clasped in front of me.

 

“Oh honey.” Andy’s mom says cheerily. “Are you hungry? I just made cinnamon rolls, come into the kitchen.” She turns and walks out of the room without another word. I look to Andy, silently asking what to do. He shrugs and follows his mom. The kitchen is amazing, painted a bright yellow with green trim, it radiates cheer.

 

Sitting at the round kitchen table is a young man that looks to be Andy’s age, he has a lap top in front of him and he furiously tapping at the keys, mumbling quietly to himself. He is so engrossed in what he is doing he doesn’t even notice us when we sit at the table.

 

When he glances up I see that the young man looks exactly like Andy, if Andy had any style or sense of fashion. His hair is cut close to his head, unlike the wild mop of hair Andy has that falls down to his eyes. His eyes, the same as Andy’s, are sea foam green, with flecks of gold shining through making him appear amused. This man’s cheekbones are prominent enough to cut paper. A layer of stubble grazes across his chin. I realize I am staring at this stranger that looks exactly like my nerdy friend and almost drooling. “Oh… hi, I’m Kat.” I squeak out.

 

The man looks at Andy raising one well shaped eyebrow. “This is Kat? Oh brother… you have been holding out on me! I may not be into girls, but hubba-hubba!” He turns back to me, holding his hand out to shake and says. “I’m Cody, Andy’s older brother, by three minutes to be exact, and you… are… stunning.” He finished with a grin.

 

I shake Cody’s hand quickly, highly embarrassed at the situation. I was just drooling over a much more stylish, attractive version of my friend. Thankfully Andy’s mother joins us at the table wiping her hands on her slacks. “Now Kat, Andy tells me you are here to train with Eli.”

 

“’Yes ma’am, yes Mrs. Dominic.” I say to her, swallowing a large chunk of my cinnamon roll with a gulp.

 

“Great!” She says clapping her hands. “Eli is out back. Let me show you the way. Let’s leave these two to their own devices for a while.” She says with a sly wink. I walk with her through the kitchen towards the back of the house. Her green eyes are sparkling with amusement, her brown hair swaying back in forth. She places her arm around my waist as we walk. “Your mother Kat... We will get her back, I promise.” She squeezes me gently as we walk outside into the autumn evening. Mrs. Dominic’s warm arm around me is comforting. Everything about her is motherly and reassuring. Her eyes are kind, laugh lines spreading across her face, she must be human, since Andy said he is Nephilim, and his dad is an angel.

 

I don’t know why I was nervous to come here. All of Andy’s family has been great so far, I think until I look out at the center of the lawn. Levitating above the ground is a man wearing a curry colored robe, similar to a kashaya robe that monks wear. His long steel grey hair is pulled back into a pony tail at the back of his neck. His eyes are rolled into the back of head, revealing on the whites. His face is sharp with protruding cheekbones and chin. His thin lips are pulled down in a grimace as if he is in pain. Mrs. Dominic reaches for my hand, holding in between her own two hands she tells me. “Kat he is not as scary as he looks. Don’t worry. You are family. He will love you, as he loves your mother.”

 

I am not reassured by her words. Staring silently at the man I watch as he lowers himself slowly to the ground. When his bare toes touch the soil below his eyes close and his face relaxes. The hard lines are melted away into soft wrinkles. When he opens his eyes again he is looking right at me. His eyes are dark, unlike Andy and the rest of his family that have green eyes like myself. From this distance I can detect no color in them, they appear almost black.

 

“Kathryn Broadchurch.” Eli Dominic says to me. His voice is the opposite of his appearance, startling me. He sounds like a kindly old grandfather. “Come here and let me see you.” He orders. I walk forward slowly, releasing Mrs. Dominic’s hand as I go.

 

“Mr. Dominic.” I say in an unsteady voice as I approach him with light steps. “Th-thank you for taking the time to teach me.”

 

“Kathryn dear, it is my pleasure.” He reaches out to take my hand. “I wish your mother could be here to teach you, but I am sure we will get along fine.” Holding my hand he pulls me to the swing off to one side of the backyard. We sit down side by side, rocking gently in the breeze. I search the yard for Mrs. Dominic, she is nowhere in sight, she must have went back in the house. “Kathryn, what has Andy told you?”

 

I explain to Mr. Dominic everything Andy had told me about being Nephilim. The abilities and the closeness we feel to other kindred spirits like ourselves. He nods as I speak, humming agreement softly under his breath. Remembering what I meant to ask Andy about DJ, I ask Mr. Dominic. “Does the companionship we feel with each other apply to other magical beings as well?”

 

“Whatever do you mean dear?” He asks, putting his feet on the ground, stopping the swing from rocking.

 

“I uhhh,” I stutter. “I was just wondering, I-I mean, like other things like fairies or genies for example.”

 

“Do you know any fairies or genies dear?” He asks me, taking my hand in his own.

 

“Well um…” I trail off. Should I tell him about DJ? He didn’t tell me not to tell anyone, but it was implied. He entrusted me with a dark secret that his family has been keeping forever. I made up my mind to not tell him anything, and just pass it off as an overactive imagination, when he speaks again, interrupting my thoughts.

 

“The Sarafs, Daniel, you have met him. You care for him.”

 

I am appalled. How does he know that? I look at him, his eyes are rolled back into his head and his hand is gripping mine tightly. Is he reading my mind? The bones in my fingers are starting to squeeze against each other and the pain in becoming worse with each second. Then as suddenly as it started, it stops. His eyes flutter and his fingers open, he releases my hand. What was that about?

 

“Yes.” Mr. Dominic’s words rumble out of his chest. “I was reading your mind. It is my gift. No secret is hidden from me. Just ask my daughter.” He says with a wink. “I know you care deeply for this boy, this Djinn. And yes, he is a Djinn, a powerful one at that. Do not doubt him, but also, do not tell him who you are. He is in league with terrible forces. The happiness he will bring you will not outweigh the pain and suffering he will cause.”

 

“What do you mean? DJ would never hurt me!” I exclaim.

 

“Oh no, not you dear.Others, many many others.” He says in reply, his face frowning with sadness.

 

“I-I-I can’t stop seeing him… I…” I trail off.

 

“You think you love him, yes I know. But Kathryn love is all around us in many forms. Love is the sun shining down, love is the protection from harm, and love is friendship.” Mr. Dominic gently rubs my hand as he speaks in a soothing way. “You will know what I mean one day. But for now, you can see